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Another day in Loonyville

Woke, crashed, woke, crashed. Finally actually woke, got caught up on my online-type life, then zipped out the door to work. At work, I handed in the note that will make it possible for all of the financial stuff to tick along merrily, and then socialized while cooling down with othercat, who was on early shift today. Figment was also around, and we failed to scare him off with my evil SA/Potter crossover.

They'd been doing sit-and-wait in the break room; when they got called in (either to work, or to sit-and-wait in their booths) I departed, and headed to the plasma place.

One of these days, I have got to see Swordfish all the way through. I've seen the beginning, the end, and probably parts of the middle. Today I saw the end, and the beginning of Back to the Future. Much silliness.

I seem to have misplaced my bus pass. This was annoying, but not a crisis, as it's the end of the month anyway.

I went shopping. I'd intended to get lunch meat and frozen spinach, but I instead wound up with lunch meat, frozen spinach, something for Mama, something that will be for FatherSir after I spend a few quality minutes with his fonts and Asimov (the venerable industrial-sized HP laser printer, named for the volume of material it's printed over the years), breakfast cereal for the little Fayoumis, and More Stuff (all at least vaguely necessary).

By the time I got to the bus stop, I was ready to fall over. Bad fayoumis needs to pack something more edible in her purse.

But, home, and after I've cooled off more, I'll pack for real.
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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