Perhaps it’s melancholy. I am down. I am worried about things over which I have no control and that makes no sense. I am typically very logical and this doesn’t feel logical and it doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel good. It feels heavy and all consuming.
It is not that today is much different than any other day and still I find this feeling worrisome. Is it concern for the storms, seeing the boat on fire, my heart just preparing for what must come?
I probably shouldn’t even try to put it into words. It’s probably just time to crawl under the covers (in the middle of the day) and hide from myself. Can that even be done?
Sure do wish my Mom was here. She might know the answer. I guess right now the answer is silence.