Today, I woke up with a sense of dread. (did Jesus feel that emotion? an “oh no..or oh gee this is gonna/might be rough”) The feeling in me today originally was not acutely felt. There wasn’t a word for it. I went about readying myself for the day — without as much a thought — as anyone I suppose. It wasn’t until much later, say two or so hours later in the morning after having commuted among the masses in the early morning rush to work and then it dawned on me. A word matched itself in my mind to a sense or feeling I was having. One of dread. The last time I felt that was when driving early one morning while above me the Space Shuttle was streaking to earth overhead (literally) in pieces. {The feeling I recall having had that day was “I think something is wrong”. but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it}

It wasn’t until much later, after having arrived at my desitination that the information for my feeling that day… became known or en-fleshed. The sadness I felt perhaps.. knowing without knowing, in the Malcom Gladwell sense… (or what’s the other guy.. The Gift of Fear Book dude?)… It was strange driving that moment looking upward at the sky and things not seeming “right” about it. And then discovering that yes indeed there was something wrong or sad in the sky that day.

But this feeling arose today. This morning. Sparking even the old urge to call friends and love one’s and ask them “Are you Ok?” Is everyone you know Ok?” Prefaced of course by casual conversation so as to not appear alarmist or weird. Of course this would even cause a fellow to ask one’s self, “Are you ok? Is everything ok with you?”

It baffles me Jeff, being human, utterly baffles me.