Nov 18 – Day 18
I’m thankful for the next day. Lasagna is always better the next day as the flavors meld and intensify. Turkey
is better the next day because we make turkey sandwiches. That awful situation
typically seems better or manageable the next day. That fuzzy memory from the
party the night before is often better the next day whether it means you
remembered it better or forgot it completely thus never having to feel the
embarrassment!
The next day holds so much promise. It’s a do-over, an
instant mulligan. I like my tomorrows, my next days.
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