Everyday tomorrow becomes today which becomes yesterday. There are good yesterdays and bad yesterdays but most yesterdays just fade into the year. I live in Vancouver, it's beautiful here when I take the time to pay attention. But I guess that's the same with most places. Tomorrow I'd like to be a writer who lives alone with my dog in a row house watering plants and playing clarinet. Yesterday I was a grocery clerk living with my brother and our cat trying to write my first novel. Today is in progress.