Shuffled off

"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:"

William Shakespeare,

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.


  1. As soon I say “the hamster is dead” my brain went straight into the parrot sketch. “This is an ex-parrot!”

    Wow, your Nano is going well!

  2. Lynx? That doesn’t sound very tasty. I’ve never tried but a colleague has eaten lion and says it is vile. I’d guess lynx is similar, being another predatory animal…..Although I’ve also heard it said domestic cat tastes like chicken, so maybe lynx would be palatable.

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