What if I choose a stop on the Underground to travel to today, and get out at, based on how much I like its name, and then write about what happens to me there, or what I do or see, and post it on this diary tomorrow, assuming I am granted another tomorrow, which of course I have no reason to think I won’t be, though I know that anything can happen in this life, and I don’t like to make predictions, even if they are innocuous, and seem to have nothing riding on them.