There has been a feeling of impending doom lingering in the back of my mind since yesterday afternoon. It first hit me as I traveled up Logan Canyon for a ride yesterday with a few friends. The fact that I was driving an automobile (and the fact that I only drive when I want to ride my bike) through an area that is usually beautifully green, but was starkly dry and parched, was the first cause of feeling helpless.

Then I felt most useless when I realized the wonderful combination of obese individuals and the loss of any kind of work ethic among my fellow humans was certainly going to be our downfall.

I’m not sure why I have reacted differently to these thoughts these past two days. It’s not like these are new thoughts for me. The only thing new was the regret that was imbedded deep in my soul. I felt useless and pathetically hopeless for not having been able to do more. It was as if the fight wasn’t over but I had already lost.

I hope these feelings prove to be off base and due to something other than what they have made me think, because if they aren’t we are in for a long, painfull slide down into our own self-made hell.