A new day begins where so much and so little will occur. Surgeons, like Christ in medical scrubs, will heal the dying. Some will sit in recliner chairs, staring dull-eyed at the TV. Lives and property will be bought and sold. Jobs and homes will be lost and found. God will play poker with the devil trying to win back peace on earth. Some will awake in a hotel of nightmares wondering how they got there. Dogs will sleep. Cats will maul scratching posts, imagining them to be every face on the 10 most wanted list of their pet peeves. Some will take a leisurely stroll around the block. Others will venture bravely out onto the open road. I hear the ghosts of the highway can do a mean two-step if you ask them nicely.