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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I'm never dusting again!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a good reason to quit to me too.
DeleteLove them all. Not dusting anymore and we have kitty hair here. We vacuum all the time.
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I have kitty hair, dog hair and DUST.
DeleteHappy new year, Annie!
ReplyDeleteThank you Bill. Happy 2025 to you.
DeleteI pray you and yours have a blessed and beautiful 2025!
ReplyDeletegood ones
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