Mother Nature Meets Father Time

Cheerio, good day!

What is it about that British accent that makes us smile? I have the unique privelege of working closely with some British folks about once a month. Although I have to admit, I have never been to Great Britain, nor have most of these kind folks ever travelled to the USA. However we have shared many a long night chatting and maintaining a constant link.

Tonight was one of those long nights! It was so much fun. I have never had so little time to develop a witty, yet appropriately rhymed response to somebody else's comment. It is not like I can sit and think for a minute either. If I fail to respond within seconds, it could send a red flag, but at the same time, when my mind suddenly goes blank, and I have no rhyme, my "friends" at the receiving end are left with no other choice but to laugh at me.

Laughter is dangerous in this business though. Laughter causes a time delay, and sometimes distortion. My brain is so fried, and I will not be able to read, much less write, anymore poetry for awhile. If I have to think in another rhyme, I just might die-- just kidding. It was a lot of fun, and a most unusual challenge. How neat to meet a kindred spirit just across that oversized natural pool; I think we casually refer to it as the Atlantic Ocean. I will definitely sleep well today. Cheerio, Mate, good day!