Ah Lady MacBeth, your visions
Are but your nightly amusement,
Your hands may be scrubbed
Raw to rub out that bloody stain,
But they do not know what
Lurks behind each poor man’s pen,
Death, taxes and procrastination.
‘Twas both taxes and procrastination tonight, as well as a sudden need to update my CV and social media profile. Yup, I may be on the move again, and so I’ve started the search.