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
My mind!
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My phone and my glasses!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteMy hubby always misplacing his hat watch sunglasses
ReplyDeleteGlasses and car keys
ReplyDeleteLose? What is this "lose" you speak of?
ReplyDeleteKeys, glasses, hair ties
ReplyDeleteMy mind, when my Sweetie starts yelling, "where are my ....?" He loses everything.
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