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Work Friday: in other words, not.

A combination of lousy scheduling and smoke inhalation aftereffects made me decide to call in sick for Friday.

I still have not much of a voice, but with careful consumption of cough drops, decongestants, and liquids, I ought to have enough of one by 8:30 am Saturday.
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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