M wondered if we would visit jim morrison's grave when we're in paris this february. i thought that was a kick. i had no idea M liked ol' jimmy -- enough to see his grave. the last (and first) time i went to the pere lachaise (sp) graveyard i hunted for jim in the pouring rain. it wasn't too hard to find; i just followed the hippies. when i arrived there were about 10 people at the foot of the grave. we all watched this dude in american flag pants clean jim's grave with a dirty toothbrush. a couple arrived soon after and one said to the other, "dude, when we got here just now, it stopped raining!"
it's raining and cold and blustery today. a good day for a tea. i've been eating too much sugar in the form of gummy candy from gloop's and chocolate-crunchy-rice milka bars. i'm headed toward overload.
B arrives in about 36 hours!!