129 over 87

I went to the good Doctor again today. He said, "129 over 87, much better, what did you do?" I told him I avoided the rush hour traffic today. "No pills for you now, keep losing weight and exercise," he said. I fully agreed and ran out of his office.

Men desire to live as if there were no death, and when it has come, then let it come quickly and suddenly, so that it may be almost as if it were not. Human behavior is strange. How we think we fool death and how horribly we deceive ourselves: for eternity is neither sudden nor quick.