I have been concentrating on my exercise and reached a huge goal yesterday. (My target has only been 10,000 steps.)
This helps explain why I am not as attentive to my blogging and commenting as I used to be. But I still read everyone.
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
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"LR" Little Rooster only he's big rooster now. |