O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You’ve fallen cold and dead.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Mom's Day Spent…
… at my Mom's place. Took her to an independent documentary (supporting friends) and then out to dinner. So away from the internets all day.
Regular programming to resume tomorrow. As long as I'm not buried under at work.