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
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Monday, February 02, 2026
QUESTION OF THE WEEK...02-02-2026
If you were stranded on a deserted island, what 3 things would you bring?
Depends on whether the island is in the tropics or the arctic.
ReplyDeleteI'm assuming a nice sunny island. Sun screen, water, and fire starter.
ReplyDeleteHubby, our kitties and lots of food.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day and week. ♥