Things that don't exist.

Santa C., Easter B.,

tomorrow, and

forever and a day

but you sure like to think they do sometimes...

Now and again, when I take the grand opprotunity to think too much, I wonder if I should have made a plan. A retirement plan, an appointment book, an escape plan, a grocery list, or the master plan.

I know, why am I thinking? It's not mine to worry about, I just need to type this out of my head to get to the fact I get no plan, of my own doing anyway. There are times I forget to trust.