I  have but a moment or two to write; my wife Cat naps on the couch before me, and will soon awaken.

Many of you have been kind enough to write me relative to the couple of little pieces I've recently posted about My Life Generally.

To you I'm moved to say this: In the 51 years I've thus far spent being alive, nothing has ever come close to confusing and challenging me as has the degree to which Cat loves me.

If you've read some of the stuff I've posted up here lately, you understand that my past has made it easy enough for me to believe that I'm not the most lovable person in the world.

Don't love me? I hear you; I can sympathize with that.

Do love me? Then I don't know what your problem is. But I'm confident you should seek help for it, but quick.

Marry me? Love me, with unswerving intensity, for .... what, thirty years, now? No matter what I do, say, or become?

See virtually everything I do as yet more proof that I'm God's gift to you and your life?

Want nothing from me, ever, but that I continue to live?

Freak!

I love you!

Thank you!


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