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
Hearing water and not knowing where it's coming from, we've had too much water damage. Also, hearing an electrical buzz or noise and not knowing the origin. Again, too many close calls in our house.
Being held in, or held down. I can't be in sleeping bags where my arms and legs can't move freely, couldn't have hubby's arm or leg accidentally over any part of me while sleeping, and once while wearing a parka, the zipper jammed and I couldn't get it off and broke out in an icy sweat so hubby ripped it open along the zipper seam.
My biggest fear is heights. A huge fear.
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Large public buildings like post office, library, courthouse. No explanation.
ReplyDeleteclaustrophobia.
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ReplyDeleteHearing water and not knowing where it's coming from, we've had too much water damage. Also, hearing an electrical buzz or noise and not knowing the origin. Again, too many close calls in our house.
ReplyDeleteBeing held in, or held down. I can't be in sleeping bags where my arms and legs can't move freely, couldn't have hubby's arm or leg accidentally over any part of me while sleeping, and once while wearing a parka, the zipper jammed and I couldn't get it off and broke out in an icy sweat so hubby ripped it open along the zipper seam.
ReplyDeleteVery funny this morning. Going into water. Like a river, lake or ocean.
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