Do you ever get up in the morning with a feeling something bad is going to happen?

That: yesterday.

Waking up I felt something would happen.

I went for my ride like I wrote yesterday. Thankfully nothing dramatic happened on the ride. I did get some bad cramping on a long and shallow uphill though.

Coming back from the bike shop where I got new bar wrap I nicked my front quarter-panel pulling into the garage. I was avoiding En’s car that was parked way the hell over in the garage. But that’s not a suitable excuse since in the end I am at the wheel. I’m more pissed at myself than the admittedly minimal damage. I was just feeling woozy.

Time passes.

I was going to a meeting that night. It was starting at 7:30 with the festivities starting at 8.

You know where this is going…

Sure enough I got sick before leaving.

I think what we call premonitions in many cases are actually our body telling us that we’re not on the top of our game. I know in this case it certainly seemed to be the case. Me being sick (or somewhat pre-sick) sapped my energy. Judgements were blown. I have no one to blame but myself.

It doesn’t stop me from being annoyed at me and the world though.

Mind you, this isn’t always the case… but that’s a story for another day.