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
Going to have to close up blog-shop for a few weeks. Medical check ups, etc. I closed comments for this post but I know you will be thinking of me and wishing me the best. All shall be well for me and wish the same for you. See you soon!