Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow…

12,817 Days Alive

2 Tiny Boxes of Yogurt Covered Raisins Eaten

1 Row Done on Cousin Kay’s Blanket

“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, William Shakespeare

The Scottish play has been playing in my head all day.

“By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.”

I have no idea why. At all. But tomorrow is our little Lugh party/Lammas party! We’re having chili and I’m making corn bread! I’m so excited.

I’m also a wreck. I feel like I need to do better at work. Get faster, better. I know I’ll get there, but I want it to be so now.

Anyway, other than that, I think I have an ear infection in my left ear. It’s hurting; my balance is a little off, I’ve had a headache all day, and my tinnitus is acting up.

It’s half past ten. I’m going to bed. Take your meds, folks.

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