So, Tomorrow

So, tomorrow? I’ll see you tomorrow?

Well, maybe. The polls don’t close until 7 PM. Want me to come over after that?

Sure. Sure. I’ll have some dinner for you. I know you’ll be exhausted.

Okay. We can watch the returns together.

Great. If it’s good news we’ll drink champagne. If it’s bad news we’ll drink whiskey. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic, “so, tomorrow.”

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

5 thoughts on “So, Tomorrow”

  1. So, tomorrow will come and I can’t wait. I will learn if I succeeded and gain the financial freedom I have prayed for. I struggled, I’ve strained, I’ve tried to maintain. I will find out tomorrow. I am hoping that I interviewed okay. We laughed and joked! She seemed to like me. I will find out tomorrow.

  2. “So, tommorow will be the first day of the rest of your life.” The HR rep said. I in my excitement wanted to jump up and down, squeal with glee and shout from the rooftops. I had gotten the job that I had worked so hard to attain. She was right.

  3. So, tomorrow I understand it’s going to continue raining. As it stands, leaves are being shed from the trees at an enormous rate; some streets around my neighborhood are littered with them. This makes me think of something Pablo Neruda wrote in one of his books titled Questions: “Why do leaves commit suicide when they feel they’ve turned yellow?” Isn’t that a beautiful way of describing autumn as it heralds another upcoming season?

  4. So, tomorrow I’ll call my sister
    So, tomorrow I’ll fold the laundry
    So, tomorrow I’ll respond to those emails
    So, tomorrow I’ll make an appointment for the dog groomer
    But tonight, I’m going to the Borederline Bar and Grill

  5. Maybe. These days I really have to take things one day at a time, one hour at a time or perhaps one minute at a time. That’s about as much as I can handle. But, if I feel up to it I would truly like to make my way over there. Pray for me.

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