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As I was punching up easalle's number in my address book, I tried calling Dawn one more time to see if her phone was back in order. To my delight, it was! It seems that she took a cab, and there was something fishy, and amidst all the turmoil, she wound up losing her phone. So she had it shut off until she could get a new unit, and then their server was down, and it took time to get the new cellphone, and then she couldn't log in with the phone to get it all set up...

It's up now, though, which is good. We'll talk more tomorrow. Gossip with her is excellent. She was at work. I was doing dishes when she called back.

I've been going through my room (mostly the closet) and seeing what I still need. I very regretfully decided that those lovely mid-calf zippered boots are really cool, but not something I'll be wearing in the next few years, and taking up space in my shoe area besides. So I handed them over to votania, who will see if they can fit her. This takes me down to three pairs of sandals (one thrashed cheap pair, one comfortable pair, one semi-classy treehugger pair), two pairs of sneakers (one battered white canvas pair, one decent black heavy pair), two pairs of dress shoes (one black high heel, one navy flat), and some heavily battered rollerblades. (I really need to throw out those cheap sandals that aren't good for much anymore.)
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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