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
I am not much of a domestic goddess. One of my coworkers gave me
a recipe for quiche and I served it to a special guest many years ago.
It was the biggest hit of any meal I ever prepared so if time a
patience is required, I will make Lea's Superlative Quiche. Otherwise I
heat up something good from Schwans Online Delivery Service:-)