Tomorrow is my favorite time zone.
Full of promise and opportunity. If you’re a procrastinator, tomorrow might be one of your words in not favorite time zones.
I live in an old farm house with closets the size of your refrigerator. Consequently, I only have room for in-season clothes. Off-season clothing hibernates in the basement. Last weekend, I switched out summer outfits for winter layers.
And I discovered a problem!
My winter bottoms like jeans and slacks were TIGHT! Oh well, I’ll just back up the ice cream binging a bit and I’ll be back in those clothes in no time.
But, wait. Culver’s flavor of the day is my favorite Dark Chocolate Decadence. I can’t start today, I’ll start my regime … tomorrow.
I’ll start … tomorrow.
The next day, I remember we have company coming for dinner in and it would be rude to serve them rabbit food and no dessert.
Again I said, “I’ll start … tomorrow.”