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
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Thursday, September 23, 2021
Thoughts and prayers brought me through. Thank you.
Only through miracles of modern medicine am I able to go from major surgery 2 weeks ago to extreme good health and ability to walk around as if nothing ever happened. My 1st hip replacement 6 years ago was amazing and this one is also amazing.