




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
Looks as though you will not be melted soon (as I had hoped yesterday). I hope you don't lose power. Take care.
ReplyDeleteAfter 60 degrees as of last week, it is finally cold here, all my bulbs have bloomed and now they are dying! I saw flowers blooming on saturday! its 21 degrees here, Stay warm & just dont go out if you dont have too!!!!!
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