I have had a sense of impending doom lately. I’m very pessimistic about several things right now: the election, my moods, my job, my daughter, and the coronavirus. I just get the feeling that things are about to get worse.
I don’t think the changing season is to blame; that doesn’t usually have much effect on me. I have had the California fires on my mind, because my old hometown was in danger, but the threat is less now.
I don’t claim to be psychic, just perceptive, and I see dark times ahead.
Or I’m just as crazy as Professor Trelawney, and I can’t see anything at all.
Swimming Upstream 