Power to the workers! Down with the running dogs of capitalism!

If so, what did you think?

Interested in some opinions.

Will is returning to Stratford-Upon-Avon to visit Anne, Susannah, and the twins. Blackfriars is closed for the Spring and Summer months. The Globe is open intermittently due to the Spring rains. So some down-time is desired by all.

Will is taking home a pile of John Fletcher's scribblings to see if he can hash out some playable material. Other than that, just some sweet repose for the Swan of Avon.

I'll post an announcement when he plans to head back.

Will says: "Take thou my embrace, lov'd ones, and so farewell..."

Baptised on April 26th, 1564, he is presumed to have been born three days earlier.

Thank you to the Bard, for, among other accomplishments, becoming one of the leading political commentators of our time; Will offers his weekly Thought For The Day right here in the Lounge, for which we are grateful.



"You're welcome, Ladies and Bros..."

Talk to me.

I'm bored...

"How absolute the knave is..."

Hamlet, Act V, Scene 1, Line 133.

Every week, it seems, I have at least one patient who comes to the clinic to announce that he or she is getting into housing, and will probably change primary care providers. In other cases, I have patients who have been off the streets for a full year doing the same. My clinic offers healthcare to former homeless patients for up to a full year after they get off the streets.

In a number of cases, I have these same patients starting to visit me at our mainstream clinic when I work there on Fridays. So they get continuity of care, which is an important aspect of clinic medicine.

I haven't seen any stastistics to back this up scientifically, but I think things are getting better. The economy is finally starting to turn around. My patients are reporting that they have jobs, and they now have to schedule clinic visits around their work requirements. This is a good thing.

If we have to close the homeless clinic someday due to a complete absence of homeless people, that would be all right with me.

I'd just take some ibuprofen, get a deep-tissue neck and shoulder massage, and start again...

Haven't had much of a chance to talk to my Lounge peeps lately...

"A halter pardon him, and hell gnaw his bones!"

Othello, Act IV, Scene 2, Line 138.

It's Happy Hour!

Will says: "And MOST happy hour! We have ale in our cups and all is well! Let us be merry!"