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I was mugged by my allergies this afternoon while getting ready for work. I had ten minutes left before I was supposed to leave, and I spent seven of them sneezing miserably, and then seven more in near-tears about the sneezing, it was so intense. I could breathe, but I hated the loss of control where I was just doubled over sneezing uncontrollably.

I had a few moments like that at work as well. It takes me a good half hour to recover from a sneezing fit, so when trystan_laryssa introduced her Dungeon Master to me by the time I did arrive at work, I was still looking ill and/or devastated. And I was sneezing my brains out even before time for the mid-point break.


Thank gods that I have so many handkerchiefs.
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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