Did you wake up this morning knowing where you were and remembering what you did yesterday?
Great. Just great.
Yesterday. I know what it was. I don't know when it was.
So what does that make today?
Yesterday, though, I knew nothing. That is, the real yesterday - not the one I remember. The last thing I remember is it was over, over...
Now... Here I am, wherever I am. But I think I'm alive and it's starting again.
Now that can't be bad, can it?
So, how does life find me? I'm just fine.