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
Monday, February 11, 2013
WORK OR PLAY
Question Of The Week, 2-11-13
What did you do this past weekend?
Part of our weekend included a visit from my sister and bil. They were excited to see Ron standing. Can you find my sister in the photo?