Doesn't matter what day it is.

I like to think of every day as unique. Such as April 16, 2010. Today. I've never lived this day before. And here it is, 7:27 a.m. I have a friend. In Italy. Where it's 2:27 p.m. Imagine that. She's 7 hours ahead of me. So she'll arrive in tomorrow ahead of me. But I think that puts me at an advantage. Makes me feel a bit younger. Because I'm often living in her yesterday. Because I'm still in Friday when she's in Saturday. Of course, maybe there's an advantage in arriving in tomorrow faster and sooner than me. Because tomorrow may prove better than today. But in the end, it probably doesn't really matter. Because I've learned to savor the moment that I'm living in. Doesn't matter what time or day it is. --Jim Broede