tomorrow, i go south to help throw a surprise 91st bday party for gram.

i sit here, reflecting... how do i make it the Perfect Day.

i have Plans.

i take my recorder. i have to record hours of history... decades of history, and i start tomorrow.

my brother and i have a most excellent party planned for her.

i think, maybe, that we get too busy... and should stop at night, and wonder.

how we should make tomorrow the perfect day.

life is short.