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,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Tuesday, September 12, 2017
NO THANKS
It is almost 8 a.m. so I have to say goodbye for today. Thank you Dish...NOT!
It will be nice when you get a different option for an internet provider.
ReplyDeleteIt's that bad, huh?
ReplyDeleteHope it comes back soon. Where are you?
ReplyDeleteThat's frustrating! (Rob)
ReplyDeleteHow aggravating. There HAS to be a better way.
ReplyDeleteI sure hope you find a happy solution soon.
ReplyDeleteSigh. Wonderful when it works, a pain in the patootie when it is unavailable.
ReplyDeleteHow annoying - Sounds like a trip to the local library might be the go.
ReplyDeleteCathy has an idea, local library for computer time.
ReplyDeleteOr is that too much hassle?
best wishes are with you anyway my friend!
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