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
Facebook and Blogger have me a bit confused. Some things I post on Facebook but not my blog and some things I post on my blog but not Facebook and some things I post on both. In this mighty marathon there is a good chance that I could be confused and post something here that I have already posted here.
Regardless I hope some of you will find my race against time a bit interesting. I am trying to regroup my thoughts and find inspiration for the 25 remaining posts. Try to hang in here with me if you can:) Thanks!