The last time I had a strange sensation about a day, two planes flew into the World Trade Center. The thing about that was I never said it out loud and so I wasn’t sure if I thought I had the sensation ahead of time or if I decided I had the sensation ahead of time after the fact. I’m not sure if that makes any sense.
I’m not going to get all doom and gloom on ya, because the day actually looks quite lovely, but there’s something in the air today and it’s not an easy feeling. Today seems to want to introduce the people I know to more and more bad news. At least that’s how it seems.
I just got back from taking a walk with Emory. We went to the park and I let him swing for a while. Everything went well, nothing strange happened. But if it’s OK with you, I think that I’ll stay put for the remainder of today.
(April 3, 2008 made me feel uneasy.)