I'm not reading much into this, but I happened to be searching my blog for pictures of my irises (see the next post for why), and found this entry from early June, 2008 - right before my father's awful summer of feeling terrible and not being diagnosed properly with the cancer that eventually killed him this winter:
"I cannot shake this feeling of impending doom... isn't that an awful and pretentious thing? I wish I didn't feel like the whole world was about to cave in on me. Gets in the way of just about everything. :-("
Shudder.
(why do I bother filling in backstory when it's only Ted - and sometimes Abigail - reading these things???)
"I cannot shake this feeling of impending doom... isn't that an awful and pretentious thing? I wish I didn't feel like the whole world was about to cave in on me. Gets in the way of just about everything. :-("
Shudder.
(why do I bother filling in backstory when it's only Ted - and sometimes Abigail - reading these things???)
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