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Goldfish crackers.

A house full of people who actually do care, even though they're busy.

Mint chocolate chip brownies with a power boost. (Oooh. Goooey. Mmm. But next time I'll be sure to use peppermint, not spearmint.)

Good music. Good Ol' Shawn is hacking at some music, making a theme for something or other, and I have reaped the benefits (and non-benefits) of hearing the beta. Benefits: it's good. Non-benefits: it's big, cuts off 1:54 into a 3:54 mp3 track and not on a resolved note, and isn't the finished version yet. Also, for Baroque orchestration, it's insufficiently complex, but that's a feature of the age, I think. (This age, vs. Baroque.) My mind itches for a descant, probably violin or flute, but I can't note down what I hear accurately. The theme goes AAAAAABC, repeated; over two cycles, AAAAAABCAAAAAABC; I would have the descant echo dominant notes from bits of it, subtly, to reinforce the structure of it, to have it vary some.

My throat has clogged. Not-good. And I've been making with the sneezies, to the point where the transit cop at the Metro bus stop asked if I was OK yesterday.

Must do laundry. My blacks bin is full.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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