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Muscles, work

Crashed out for a while, then called Darkside, then went to work. Work was long and not-there: I was on a study calling a panel of people who'd already agreed to do these studies, so it was pretty much nonstop work. I barely had time to fill out my schedule change form between calls.

By break I was zonked. My arms are aching as if I'd severely worked out yesterday. I think it was carrying heavy computer components around under my arms for quite some time at Fry's Electronics last night that did that. My eyes are nastily dry -- Arizona weather plus any sort of meds that dehydrate me will do that. And one of the fun side effects of claritin is dehydration. Jooooy.

We wound up getting out of work at eight. I was going to invite Darkside to show up tomorrow to use a computer here, but he was crashed by the time I called. I still may call tomorrow, provided I can pry my ass out of here soon enough in the morning. I may well go and work out more tonight, just because my body feels like it might want to.
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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