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
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Now the couch is just right:)
Slim takes a while to settle for her nap(s). Sometimes she will burrow under a pile of couch pillows and you can't even find her. Most often she will remove all the pillows from both sofa and loveseat before she can relax and really spread out comfortably. We have a couch and loveseat in our den as well and a small couch in our home office. There have been times she has gone through the entire house trying each potential resting place and leaving all couches pillow free. Thinking about changing her name to Goldilocks.