Something doesn't feel right today, but I can't put my finger on it.
It's a lovely sunny morning. The boys left at 6.00am with Gord taking his car to Belgrave station. Lib is still asleep. Everything seemed normal on my walk, the air was fresh, cold on the ears, I'd put a jumper on, Snowy was her happy self, the galahs and cockies were feeding in their paddock, the grey thrush sang, the bronzewings 'oomed', just an ever so slight breeze.
But I feel uneasy. Everything seems just too right. Maybe the weekend in Wangaratta, attending Mary's 50th party and revisiting our past life, has unsettled me? Or am I having a premonition? Has something happened that I don't know about yet? Is something unusual about to happen? I feel uncomfortable about the week ahead.
Why?
I'll have to wait and see. This is most odd.
