Today is a drizzly gray day, not particularly cold; the air is soft and clean.

It's a perfect day to sleep in a little later, then brew a good cup of coffee (or two) and curl up with a good book.

UNfortunately, life does not always align with how you feel, and this book-loving coffee drinker is in her office, once again trying to do the impossible with insufficient resources and do it yesterday

reading and relaxing will have to wait.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day....

life's but a walking shadow, a poor player who 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.

In the end, all the sound and fury don't matter. What matters is who you are and to what purpose you have lived your life.