Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for April 20, 2024

I literally did that (just figured it was the mirror on my way to the bathroom)

To be, or not to be: that is the question:

Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;

To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause: there’s the respect

That makes calamity of so long life;

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,

The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,

The insolence of office and the spurns

That patient merit of the unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscover’d country from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprises of great pith and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry,

And lose the name of action.—Soft you now!

The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons

Be all my sins remember’d.

It reminds me of the Dunkin’s commercial, lo these many years ago. “Time to make the donuts.” “I made the donuts.” He was coming and going.

Reminds me of a limerick:-

“A scientist named White,

Travelled faster than light,

He flew past Mars,

Beyond the stars,

And came back the previous night."

And then there’s Robert A. Heinlein’s tour de force, “All You Zombies.”

My nightly hot chocolate cup is still warm for my morning cup of coffee.

Try a no passing zone!!!!

I go to bed early and get up early.

Aunty and booze are very close friends. Idle thinking. Maybe overthinking. Drunk thinking. Yesterday, upon the stair,I met a man who wasn’t thereHe wasn’t there again todayI wish, I wish he’d go away…

Sleep, good sleep, really is a fickle thing for some..

Race her to the bathroom.

I go to bed early and get up late, I almost get up before I go to bed.

Sleep is overrated…

Give you an idea about how your day is going go. And your sleep.