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
We celebrate my brother's birthday on St. Pat's Day. We are part Irish.
ReplyDeleteNo, we really don't celebrate any holidays anymore. I did tell hubby happy St. Patty's day when we woke up.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day and week. ♥
I don't celebrate.
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