It's raining the never ending sort of rain of the northwest. I've decided that survive the winter I must become a duck. I'll let the rain roll off my emotional palate, not letting it stop along the way and bother me. The endless clouds will mist past my mental register without so much as a thought.

To become a true duck, I must anticipate that everyday will be to my liking; wet, rainy and cold. Maybe then I'll be happily surprised when the sun peaks out from behind those clouds whose existence I chose to ignore.

It's all about expectations.