I'm currently in Paris, which is beautiful and eventful and I'll have much to write/discuss soon.
For now, a boring weather report. It's quite chilly (for this Angeleno) but whenever my maladjusted blood gets to shivering, I remember (fondly) the cozy Gimli fishing shack from less than a month ago and toughen up.
Gimli is just so beautiful. And yes, extremely cold. And that cold plays tricks on me. All I see here is that I apparently must find a way to emulate the hermit in the gatefold of Led Zeppelin IV (this is something I think of often. I don't know why. Insanity.) It's a sad attempt (no lantern? No beard? The stick is all wrong.) but a blizzard can really mess with your head.
I've moved on to "Dont j'ai oublié l'adresse, A Los Angeles, Cent vingt mili' tonns de pétrol' brut, Cent vingt mill' tonn's, Dans le Torrey Canyon." I'll come back to that that later...