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 23, 2026
QUESTION OF THE WEEK...02-23-2026
If you could master any skill immediately, what would it be?
To speak Spanish.
ReplyDeleteI would like to immediately master beautiful watercolours technique!
ReplyDeletePublic speaking. I had to do it often when I was working and I wasn't very good at it.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day and week. ♥