I am feeling horribly depressed today. I wish I had more control over how I felt from time to time. It’s sunny (a little warm), I didn’t have any immediate difficulties at work, things are great at home—pretty much the same as yesterday, and yesterday was grand.

I think it’s the overall uncertainty at work, combined with recent macroeconomic problems, that makes me fear for the future. David talked today about a “dinosaur moment,” which is that feeling of doom headed right for you—much like the way the dinosaurs must have felt when they looked up and saw that big, dark spot in the sky.

And we’re buying a boat, which is a good but very scary thing. Part of me believes that it will lead to my death, my bankruptcy, or both. I always feel that way before a big purchase—even though this purchase is on the scale of, say, a nice two-week vacation or a cruise to Alaska. After I buy it and it starts gently rusting on my driveway, I suppose I’ll feel better about things.

Alright, I won’t write any more today since I’m just wallowing. I’m going to relax on the ferry and enjoy this nice weather. Everything will work out.