Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Blog Favorites
Please put this in your favorites and stop by from time-to-time. You can comment on what I'm up to or you can tell me what you are up to. What is happening in your life is most important to me. Give me your blog link and I can check on you there. Also, I might do a little bragging on the grandchildren, so be prepared :-)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
I am sooo happy I can talk back to your blog now!
ReplyDelete