"Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire, burn; and, cauldron, bubble."
I've stepped away from the desk tonight and have retreated to the kitchen... er, cauldron. I'm cooking up a delicious treat for all my Beardies, but the treat takes certain ingredients and diligent planning.
"Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf;
Witches' mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock digg'd i'the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat; and slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,--
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For th'ingredients of our cauldron."
Patience, my Beardies, in time. The fire's a burnin' and the cauldron's a bubblin'! Check back soon to see what I've brewed!
"Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
By the pricking of my thumbs,
something wicked this way comes!"