Friday night I had a hard time sleeping. Even though I was dead tired, I kept waking up with "that" feeling. You know which one - the feeling of impending doom that signals something bad is going to happen.
I hate that feeling.
I'm not psychic, I can't tell the future and I'm not overly superstitious. This feeling freaks me out, though. It's never wrong. The last time my sleep was interrupted by it, my dad had a heart attack and stroke. I don't ever want to feel like something awful is on the horizon, but I really don't want to feel like that just a few days before my mom has surgery for colon cancer and I have my reconstruction surgery.
I ended up having to spend an hour at Walmart last night getting my tire fixed. Even though I don't mind Walmart, I only go there on a Saturday if I'm desperate. Since their automotive department was the only place in town open past 6pm on Saturday, I was desperate. I'm going to hope that the flat tire portion of my day was the bad thing that's going to happen!
On a side note, it's November, which is the month of thanksgiving. Not Thanksgiving, the holiday, but thanksgiving, as in being thankful for things. Today I am thankful for having to turn the clocks back last night. After a fitful sleep Friday, getting an extra hour of rest last night was a nice bonus.