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
When I sit to Design
ReplyDeleteThat is easy. Time on the computer.
ReplyDeleteFar too many of them. Reading, gardening, cooking. I have very limited control of my mind.
ReplyDeleteReading.
ReplyDeleteBlogging.
Playing games on my computer.
Boating.
Have a fabulous day and week. ♥
Quilting.
ReplyDeleteTaking a nice long walk!
ReplyDeleteBlogging
ReplyDeleteReading, and writing.
ReplyDeleteReading, whether it is real books, e-books or blogs. I look up occasionally and am always surprised by how many hours have passed.
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