There were a million things that I had to do yesterday: meet deadlines, run errands, defrost the fridge...  But in the middle of trying to cram everything into a day, something kept distracting me.  Whatever I did, however many times I paced across my room, my eyes always, always fell back to them: those jeans I fished out from the recesses of my closet.  I wondered: Is it time?  Is today the day when I’d fit into them again?