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

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