I've always liked the character of Lady Macbeth. Now that may seem a bit cold, given the terrible things she set into motion, but you can't deny that she was irresistible in a pathological kind of way. If your high school English curriculum did not included at least one Shakespeare play each year, I pity you. There is much of human nature there, that even as a callow youth I could take to heart and appreciate. Which is why I took Shakespeare at the college level, which caused me to read seven tragedies and seven comedies during the course of the semester. Those were good days at a bad university.
Macbeth was one of my early literary acquisitions, my third Shakespeare play, studied in my junior year of high school. I much preferred the tragedies, which is not an odd statement from someone who has been depressed since 1957. What stuck with me from Macbeth was not the Three Witches (although they were my first thought at the appearance of the Sisterhood of Karn in a mini-episode of "Doctor Who") but Lady Macbeth's obsessive hand washing.
But I've also got this hyperactivity thing - I've got a lot of things - and sitting still is not something I do well. (You can only imagine what a joy it was to sit for the bar exam in 1991.) The boys are both at a martial arts event, which left be alone with Woodrow, Chelsea, Indiana, Romeo, and Anakin. You may ask how someone can be alone with that many pets, but they nap all day and I don't. So I did a bit of shopping (today, not in 1991) to pick up the remaining ingredients for the Sloppy Josephine, and that wore me out like a fast-paced taekwando belt testing with Senior Master.