Cranky Complaints-Lady Buys BOOKS! (or tries to)

Weird / shudder...

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. :-("


(why do I bother filling in backstory when it's only Ted - and sometimes Abigail - reading these things???)