I have no idea why I feel that way. I cannot come up with anything that should make me nervous today or in upcoming days. Dinner, ice cream with my dad, picking up markgritter at the airport...there just isn't anything nervous-making for awhile now. And yet here it is, the dark cloud, the ominous music. It seems to be all neurochemical, or perhaps spinomuscular. I can't see any reason I should be filled with foreboding.
I feel like I felt after the tornado, like I want to put my hands on my loved ones and just make sure they're still there, even though I know they are and there's no reason for them not to be.