I am having an MRI tomorrow for my hearing thing. I was reading the instructions and hadn't realized that they will have to start an IV to give me contrast. I hate needles. I'm not too worried about the MRI itself. At least I'll know if there's anything there or not, and it will be interesting to see my own brain imaging. Malida is fretful. She's a kidney nurse, so is making me force fluids today so the contrast doesn't mess with my kidneys. I'll probably have to pee all night.
Here is a shot of Oscar Wilde's monument at Pere Lachaise Cemetery in Paris. I like how the angel (or whatever he is) has his eyes squeezed shut, as if waiting for a kiss. There's probably a whole story about this, but I don't know it.