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,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim and Franke
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Soccerball with her kittens Dorothy, Simone, and MANnah (formerly Hannah). The three kittens are not bigger than their mother but they sure look it in this picture. Mama Soccerball is the one at the far left.