Poor old Macbeth

It had been a bad day. The wife had "popped her clogs" just a moment before and all was left was time for a brief soliloquy, and then oblivion. Except that the Bard had read his Holinshed and wanted to cosy up to the new King James... He has Macbeth say:

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.

So, I borrowed the phrase "All Our Yesterdays" to name the blog -- appropriate, because it will probably look back and review events, political, literary, social, and just thoughts about life in general. A summing up, like Macbeth...only I hope not as bleak. And in copying from this speech, I am in good company -- Kurt Vonnegut borrowed "Tomorrow, and Tomorrow" for one of his stories, Faulkner used "The Sound and the Fury," and "All our Yesterdays" became the title for StarTrek's episode 78 of Season 2.

So be it.