Sitting in front of mirror in rain.

Yesterday, she started sitting.
Very noncommittal.

Oh, you guys noticed? I've been able to do this forever. Just been waiting for some space.

Yaks away. Probably has more vocal inflections than I've amassed in three decades.

Astounding, sweet, chirpy little voice that makes it unbelievably difficult to be in a foul temper after hearing it.

Like people with martyr complexes must have felt after meeting Helen Keller.

Just tough to return to the down-in-the dumps framework after being around certain people. Must their presence be so inspiring? Must their existence make my struggles seem small in comparison?

I believe Helen was a socialist. Some might consider that on a level with eating baby ostriches, or stealing five-year old’s Halloween candy.