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Work, underpants, profit

Took a few hours for myself this morning, and thus didn't go into work until scheduled in at 3. Part of that was due to having stayed up late, as I'd gone to see trystan_laryssa, dustraven, and also Loren and the Mad Scientist after work let out early yesterday, didn't get home until nearly 10, and then spent serious girl-talk time with trystan_laryssa until she headed home -- and then I had to do my laundry! By the time she left, giggliness was holding off the heat-migraine, and when she left, the giggliness crashed. Note to self: don't spend so long over there next time, and also do the handkerchief/ice thing. It's a health thing!

Loren is their GM, and a co-worker, and the Mad Scientist is dustraven's son.

Today was not half so bad for the crashing. I was on the study that I'm usually on these days, but on the far more picky about demographic group end of it. I was one of about three on the job, so the dialer was glacial.

There was some crashy near the end, and right around break time, but it wasn't particularly bad. I did get the notecard that I'd been meaning to make made up, though I'm going to have to wait on the GBRH notecard.

It was a restful day at work, at any rate. I got some housekeeping work done with my palmtop, got some things scheduled nicely, wonked around with due dates for to-do tasks, and the like. Now I'm trying to figure out how to type with a cat on my lap. eris_raven's never been much of one for snuggling, before, so this is sort of weird. Now she's climbing onto my desk, which may or may not be good precedent. She's sniffing everything, and purring about it. Her incision looks OK, though I'm not an expert.

Tomorrow: bleeding, then working extra.
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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