So do we think this woman is going to do a single thing tonight beyond watching two Grey's Anatomy reruns?
P.S. Apollo is content enough but increasingly frail. A sad vigil.
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 (V, v, 19)
The nave, looking east.
You can visit Iona on a day trip from Mull, or you can spend some time there in one of the small inns, or you can do what we did -- apply to participate in the Iona Community for a week, in which case the Abbey Church will become a central part of your life.