You know that feeling when there’s something hovering over your head ready to drop, something really bad? And you don’t want it to actually drop and hit youâ€”you keep hoping that somehow things will get fixed and it will no longer be a worryâ€”but at the same time, waiting for it to drop feels almost as bad as the actual impact?
It’s like that.
(I’m hoping history doesn’t repeat itself. I fear it’s about to.)