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
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
OUR 10TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
"Can't help lovin' that man of mine"
We will see everyone after the holidays. We wish you all a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Let the celebrations begin!