Hello, world! This blog began on September 28, 2007, and so far nobody has come looking for me with tar and feathers.
On my honor, I will do my best not to bore you. All comments are welcome
as long as your discourse is civil and your language is not blue.
Happy reading, and come back often!
And whether my cup is half full or half empty, fill my cup, Lord.
Copyright 2007 - 2025 by Robert H.Brague
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<b>Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day </b>
...to the last syllable of recorded time. A man named William Shakespeare wrote that more than 400 years ago and put it into the mouth of ...
You got me with that one. I was wondering what book it was.
ReplyDeleteHa ha.
ReplyDeleteWell, I'm just playing Bookworm and I'm hooked! (Your fault!)
Could be the black holes in your gloves.
ReplyDeleteSnow, Carolina, and Katherine, glad you liked it.
ReplyDeleteS. Parrots, what a great reply! Wait, I have black gloves and also black socks, but can we call the holes black? The holes are where the black isn't. In space, it's a completely different story.