h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

It's sweet of you to say such things, my dear, and your morning brew of tea is always a welcome pleasure. You really ought to let me up with you into the towers sometime, it's not fair that you should see all the sights without me, is it? No worries, and pleasant dreams.

You really are a dear. How would you like to join me in the watch towers tomorrow? We could write what we saw during the day together by the fireside at home in the evening. Sleep sweetly.

That would be delicious! Perhaps we could visit the eastern region first, early in the morning? The sunrise here is gorgeous.

The night sky of black begins to crack,
Whipping tails of light begin to fight,
Pushing night time sky up on high,
And before too long we have our dawn,
Bright and shiny like a baby's behiny.

I'm afraid I'm still not very good with it, am I? I suppose that's why you're the published one. Goodnight.

I see your last-line humour strikes again. You really are getting better, though, despite it. You maybe could have tried:

And begins the ballet of the bright new day.

But of course, your fun and games are always welcome with me. They make me laugh, and sometimes I am afraid my lack of it makes me seem trite and old fashioned. I hope to read more of your work soon, and I am dearly hoping to begin something new of my own. My schooling has been keeping me tied down with ancient astronomy, Ptolemy and the such, and I have barely had a free breath. Happy writing, my Dear!

It seems that I have been able to dial in, but now IM isn't working, it figures, doesn't it? If you get any of these messages before IM decides to cooperate, please let me know one way or another. I left an IP address for you to try on your new page in a comment. There will be no sweet dreams till I speak with you again.

Sorry I'm late. Have some ? The world just isn't quite cooperating with us today, is it? For shame and pity, but that's okay. I hope you've slept well now that it's over.