BJG is napping.

We just went to the starbucks for a tall iced latte light ice and to mail two letters at the post office. One to NZ, for bank purposes, and one french book to my future bio family, a tibetan  boyfriend I had for a couple of weeks in India while teaching there. When he kissed me on the bench, publicly (two tourists had weirdly sat behind us), I swear I saw Buddha. Everything became light. It is the only kiss ever worth remembering.