I was, my day off having hitherto bored me, browsing the Macleans website, when I stumbled across a roll of photos from Ottawa's last pride parade.
Among the other pictures, I found this one particularly heart-warming. Take note of the lone protester to your left.
I actually felt kind of sorry for the guy. He must be feeling awfully inadequate, with his drab, black-and-white sign.
So it was a bittersweet kind of heartwarming.
That is, if heartwarming could possess taste.
Which it can't.
So, to summarize, I'm feeling pretty good about it all, right now.
Anyone else have something to say about it?