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
Honestly - I don't think so.
ReplyDeleteYou returned to blogging. That is worth remembering.
DeleteCompleted composing draft for my 3rd book !
ReplyDeleteI have the first 2 and I love showing them off.
DeleteBeing kind. That's all I can come up with.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day and week. ♥
That is definitely worth remembering.
DeleteSince I can't remember anything, I guess I haven't. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteEvery blog post you make is worth remembering.
DeleteNo.
ReplyDeleteYour Sunday selections are always worth remembering
DeleteYes, always. That's why I journal and write. Because it's all worth remembering.
ReplyDeleteI've kept a journal or diaries since I was 10 years old
DeleteNope.
ReplyDeleteOh come on you are always giving us stuff worth remembering
DeleteWork and more work. In other words, not really.
ReplyDeleteYour stories about Carl are always worth remembering
DeleteAt this stage of my life, remembering is what I do most of the time-- Doing? Not nearly so much.
ReplyDeleteYour photography is worth remembering
DeleteVisited Niagara Falls after many years, a majestic sight what can I say and not as crowded in November.
ReplyDeleteI would love to go there someday that's where my parents honeymooned in 1940
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