When I was growing up, my mother used to incite our excitement about special holidays by teasing, "Day after tomorrow..." Day after tomorrow is Christmas. Day after tomorrow is Easter. Day after tomorrow is your birthday."
Day after tomorrow my world is going to get a lot bigger.
Day after tomorrow I begin my first international travel experience, leaving Los Angeles for Tokyo, Japan.
Day after tomorrow I meet my first grandchild, firstborn son of my firstborn son.
Dementia has passed. I now lurk inside a catatonic shell.
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