Today… the 29th of December, on the day preceding the next to last day of 2017 as the daylight fades down the channel, Gavin and Wyatt take a moment to reflect.
Lady Macbeth: Macbeth Act 3, scene 2, 8–12
How now, my lord, why do you keep alone,
Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
With them they think on? Things without all remedy
Should be without regard: what’s done, is done.
Duke Senior: As You Like It Act 2, scene 7, 120–126
True is it that we have seen better days,
And have with holy bell been knoll’d to church,
And sat at good men’s feasts, and wip’d our eyes
Of drops that sacred pity hath engend’red;
Macbeth: Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–28
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
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.
Doggedly Yours 