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
Monday, April 22, 2013
IF IT AIN'T BROKE
Question Of The Week 4-22-13
What steps have you taken or are you taking now to improve yourself?
P.S. June is still on the nest, but as of last night there was no egg activity.