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,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Slim and Franke
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Here's a nice photo of Jessi and Joe getting in the holiday spirit. I had the nicest chat with Jessi online today and all is well in her part of the world. Hope I get to see them when they travel to Mid USA at Christmas.