Like all thriving communities, slipstream or everyday life, the temperature, tenor, culture of Lit changes from day to night, from weekday to weekend.
At night, we often have some very meaningful, very intense discussions. Perhaps it's cuz there are relatively fewer of us around then, perhaps it's cuz we're worn out from the pressures of the day and, so, more apt to be open. I don't know.
Cym, Pokerman, PofO and Luckky Knight for taking the time to offer a little pat on my back. Getting out in the fresh air helped some.
Sorry I can't hear the Eeyore clip Poker my computer is messed up ...... still.
Lay your head, down to bed
And let your slumber sweep your cares away.
In your dreams, chase moonbeams
All the way across the milky way.
And as you rest, in the nest
That we made for you
We'll caress and keep you blessed
Never alone for the whole night through.
Go to sleep, don't you weep.
Tomorrow's gonna be,
Tomorrow's gonna be,
Tomorrow's gonna be
A brand new day.