Maybe it's the dark, gloomy weather today. Maybe it was the surreal US state of the war union address last night. Maybe it was all the talk about coincidences and synchronicity. Maybe it was the sushi I ate at lunch. Maybe it's all of these things all rolled together that gives me that dark, almost foreboding feeling that's curled up deep inside my gut. Next to the sushi.

It's not completely foreboding. I'm not, for example, completely and utterly convinced that something dire is about to happen. It's more like threeboding, where I just wouldn't be surprised if something unpleasant were about to happen, because it would fit the mood.

In a couple of hours, it might ease back to a mere twoboding, where if something bad happens, you look back and say, "I kinda thought that something like that might happen," but you don't expect anything unusual in advance.

Then there's oneboding, where nothing bad happens, and you kind of expected that anyway.

But now? Definitely a melancholy threeboding feeling.