It is an absolutely gorgeous, fantastic, beautiful sunny day in my part of the planet and I am sitting in the front yard with my laptop. I also went to the opera last night and the following is running though my head:
Oh, joy! oh, rapture unforseen!
For now the sky is all serene;
The god of day - the orb of love,
Has hung her ensign high above,
The sky is all ablaze.
With wooing words and loving song,
We'll chase the lagging hours along.
And if I find the maiden coy,
I'll murmur forth decorous joy
In dreamy roundelays!
That's it. No point, no argument...
I guess the "lagging" part could be considered relevant to SL?


