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To do Thursday:

Sync palmtop.
Plasma.
Write more things.
Get lunch meat.
Get bread for sandwiches for work.
Start writing that one dark thing about the head.
Clean litterbox. Take out trash.
Polish nails.
Go get cough drops, dryer sheets, St. John's Wort.
Go get an umbrella and a box of table salt.
Go to the much-deserved meetup with freshstartwrite with Daisy Miller and backpack.
Bring back grapefruit. You liked that one. That is because you only ate the sweet juicy parts. Mmm, grapefruit.
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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