To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–28, William Shakespeare
Ok, that was a little over the top. But, how else to proclaim that I think the wait is over. I'm told a machine will arrive at my dealer's with my name on it. I certainly hope this To-morrow isn't as depressing as Shakespeare's lament. And, in fact, I know it will NOT be.
What has struck me since CHA is just how quiet it all has been. The machines entered the pipeline and a few videos and photos went up on various Craftwell sites. But, all in all, it's been decidely low key with little of the anticipated fanfare one might have expected. So, let's see what tomorrow brings. Perhaps another of Shakespeare's plays says it better...
Taming of the Shrew:
Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,
And be it moon, or sun, or what you please.
And if you please to call it a rush candle,
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.
Act 4, Sc. 5, Lines 14-17
We've ordered it.
We're getting it.
We're in for the ride no matter where it takes us.