Singing In The Rain

Yup, that's what I was doing. Even the cold rain and gray sky couldn't get me down. All it did was make the yellow forsythia look brighter and the green moss and new grass look almost fluorescent. It was a good day. The meeting with the forensic psychologist (Glenda the Good Witch?) went well. I really think she heard my concerns and started to understand where I was coming from. Of course, I know to take everything with a grain of salt. She might just have been trying to make me feel more comfortable to trip me up or something. But, I have this feeling that it wasn't the case. That might be because I hard as I try to adopt a cynical outlook the Dorothy in me can't hide her Kansas roots and naivete.