Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow 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. -- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Frankie and Slim

Happy New Year
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Wide Awake!
It is 4:54 a.m. My blog posting probably says it is 2:54 a.m because I can't get the time set to CST. Anyway, I am awake. Wide awake. Staggeringly awake. I was waking on and off starting about 2:00 a.m. and finally the awakening won over sleep and I simply got out of bed. Now what? I guess I'll start getting ready for our trip to Tulsa today to get the van.
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