Weird sisters and all

Merciful heaven!
What, man! Ne'er pull your hat upon your brows;
Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'er fraught heart, and bids it break.

Ah, there's the omnipresent synchronicity / serendipity/ synthesis at work in the family-centered learning project again.

The Misses were first introduced to Macbeth five years ago. Ever so much more practiced in the art of bardolatry now, they are enjoying the reintroduction immensely.

As am I.

And today I find Malcolm's admonition to the stoic MacDuff alternately bracing and comforting: Give sorrow words.

No. No, not yet. Someday. Maybe. But not yet.