"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;
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:"
Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1
"Popped his clogs" is an expression my co-worker hadn’t heard before, to clarify it I said "shuffled off this mortal coil" and that didn’t help. I love colloquialisms. "The wheel is turning but the hamster is dead" tickles me. We had a hamster in work for a day and it would run so fast on its little wheel that the hamster would do a full revolution, clinging to the tracks.
NaNoWriMo body count:
Three male bandits killed by cudgel and knife
One Victorian female killed by consumption (aka tuberculosis)
Lynx and rabbit killed and eaten in 8th century France
Word count: 12,380
Hubby says I write like a machine, pushing out 2000 words a day. I faltered on Wednesday but I’m back in the saddle and weekends are good for word count. We’ll be at the St Charles write-in 11am-2pm at the Crooked Tree coffee house, and the official write-in at Central Bread Co 2pm-4pm.