In an attempt to come to grips with the new year, she took a detour and read the things she’d written to come to terms with previous years. There turned out to be quite a lot of it – todo lists, wish lists, shopping lists, lists of friends to reconnect with, lists of friends to deconnect with. The latter two overlapped in interesting ways

More interesting, however, was the one word that always recurred. “Later”. There were no end to the things that could and probably should be done, but every year these things somehow delegated themselves into the next one. Perhaps, she thought, there would come a leap year, a year when all the laters would come to pass and save the world from its procrastinating self