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
I hope for a gentle year.
ReplyDeleteWonderful wish Sue.
DeleteJust to survive the billionaire government.
ReplyDeleteAin't it the truth.
DeleteThat it will be a fabulous year!
ReplyDeleteIt has to be Debra.
DeleteI have plenty of wishes but no expectations.
ReplyDeleteI have lots of both River. Wishes and lots of expectations.
DeleteI wish we could do a better job of educating our people-- in grade school and in high school.
ReplyDeleteThat is a perfect wish Bill.
Deletehope for a calm and peaceful year for us all.
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