It's raining and I'm happy. Beautiful weather makes me anxious. I play the wrong music and I wear the wrong clothes. I generally sport something of a "homeless" look, or so I've been told.
I'm pretty sure that I'm not nearly as obstinate or stubborn as my friends and ex-wives will tell you that I am. I do insist on being who I am, though.
At the little memorial service a few months back for my mom someone mentioned that she was always being heard drawling, "I love you." Made me happy and it made me proud. I hope a little of that rubbed off. I love you.