Sounds like you're handling it very well, Stilly. ;-)

Boy, the loss of that pencil still hurts, I tell you! I fear that Pamela is now fat, married, had the kids and the house in the suburbs, gone to seed, and barely in any way resembles the girl I knew back in '65. Mortality is a terrible thing.

*****

Oh, Amos, savant that you are,
You ramble on like an antique car
Eschewing those more common words
Enjoyed by we, the unwashed herd
You blather and pontificate
You dance and mince and prance and prate
In ways that do astound...and more!
But when, sir.....
When will you give o'er?