I have read several of Shakespeare's sonnets but never completed one of his plays. I know I should have by now, but there is a smattering of Shakespeare books in my bedroom -- that is to say, in the bowels of my bedroom, which is currently about halfway through the process of being Organized (meaning I dump out every one of my drawers, look through all of my short stories, poems, and journals, decide which to keep and which to throw away, decide to keep everything, and then get bored) -- and I tend to pick them up when I want to read something but don't know what. I read Shakespeare for a while and then just sort of forget about it once I begin to read something else. I like them but actually find them slightly tedious. Although some of my favorite stories in Neil Gaiman's Sandman are the Shakespeare ones.
Well, today is the anniversary (how many years?) of Shakespeare's death.
It was a good warm day to remember someone. I'm telling you, April is really amazingly unpredictable, at least in Rhode Island. About six years ago we got a blizzard, and today was eighty degrees. Global warming, I wonder?