Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast—
...
Still it cried "Sleep no more!" to all the house:
"Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor
Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more."
Right, apologies for having let things get so stale on here recently; life has quite literally overtaken me of late, in the shape of a very small, brand new person. However, in a doubtless ill-fated attempt to get back to some semblance of normality (not to mention re-establish myself as the dominant male in the household), I'm going to kick things off on here again. For the rest of this week (at least), I'll be playing catchup. Bear with me.
Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast—
...
Still it cried "Sleep no more!" to all the house:
"Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor
Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more."
Right, apologies for having let things get so stale on here recently; life has quite literally overtaken me of late, in the shape of a very small, brand new person. However, in a doubtless ill-fated attempt to get back to some semblance of normality (not to mention re-establish myself as the dominant male in the household), I'm going to kick things off on here again. For the rest of this week (at least), I'll be playing catchup. Bear with me.
2 comments:
Congratulations! The sleepless nights eventually pass, either that or eventually you get used to it.
Enjoy.
Many thanks for the optimistic words!
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