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 in pillows
Friday, November 18, 2011
LET'S MONKEY AROUND
Have you ever seen such large sock monkeys? Found a room full of these engaging critters in a flea market yesterday. They cost $56 each. I could not afford to purchase them but somehow felt the urge to help them escape.