From Jack

Dee,

I checked the blog after 6pm ET. That I could and that it was there astounded me! I had such hope for the End. So sad for so many of us. What shall we do? I had prepared myself for Hell.

The End would have given meaning compared to this:

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,
Signifying nothing.

Never mind.

Jack