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Heart in a box...

After today, a frustrating, head-pounding day, filled with screaming and other tasty little fun things like lack of proper drivers, lack of Windows CDs, lack of registry codes, dead hardware, stubborn kids, stinky cats, clue-negative would-be sysadmins, and far too much time on the phone with tech support and too many transfers, and much too much slamming of fist into open palm in the "zen" position (rock like an avalanche, baby...) ... I called Darkside and let go.

He knows me. I trust him. He made me smile. I forwarded him a job opportunity that I've been too busy to try and snag (but I'm planning on it, trust me).

I'm patched.
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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