Tomorrow comes regardless of our desire for a new day. Calendars appear stationary but they are always plotting and scheming, collecting tiny scratch marks and new pictures to entice us into revealing the next month. It’s such a dirty trick, using our love of cute puppies and cats and sexy shirtless firemen to reveal a … Continue reading I wasn’t finished living yesterday, so of course I’m not ready for today, and tomorrow is just completely out of the question. And yet…