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.