Dear Me,

    It's kind of a crappy day outside, which for the most part I like because it means I can be nice and cozy in my little space and not be sweaty and hot.  I like wearing over sized sweat shirts and socks.  It makes me feel secure for some reason.

I was thinking about our trip the other day.  Well, the trip that I like to daydream about.  I think if I can get mom to like the idea of going to France, it will be a big ace in the hole.  I like Normandy the best, and if we have the kind of weather we had from our last trip, it would be glorious.  It will help a lot too that Mom and Dad speak French fluently.  I can understand what is being said but I can't speak very well.  Sort of like when one can read something but writing goes right out the window.  I would have liked to go in the fall but I don't know if it would be as nice.

I still want to get married in Scotland though.  It was as if, when we went to the Royal Mile.  I was at home.  I had found something there that I don't think I'll find anywhere else.  The place is just beautiful and...I don't know.  I mean, I felt excited and happy in Versailles.  But I felt a connection to Scotland for some strange reason that I can't pin point.

Anyway, best get going.