OF TOMORROW and Monday and Ne-e-e-ext Monday
It’s only February and the year has taken flight again, I hear a woman in the supermarket tell her friend.
“You’re telling me,” her friend sighs. “I was still planning my New Year’s resolutions.” She sounds exhausted, like someone who drags trains around for a living.
Her companion nods. “Resolutions, my foot! My Jacob has the temerity to make them on my behalf. Went and got me a gym card for Christmas!”
“Ver-ry romantic,” the train-dragger smiles wearily. “At least it’s not a ladder. Are you
