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
Friday, March 18, 2005
Blogger Be Gone -- TGIF
It is Friday. We leave in the morning to pick up three grandchildren to bring them her for Spring Break. Next week we get a fourth grandchild to join his cousins here for Spring Break. My blogging will be on hold for the next week unless I can get the children to spare me a few moments on the computer. (Yeah, like that would happen!) If you drop by and miss me, go ahead and leave a comment. Meanwhile, since a couple of you have a lighter load with your kids here, maybe you could find time to catch up writing in your own blogs. Wouldn't that be an idea!
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