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A better evening

Came home. Talked with Darkside, of course. Yay! He's been sharing little bits of things here and there with me, and it's so nice. Unprompted, even. I eagerly await the day when he actually e-mails me first.

The potential plans for Sis and me to go out were not fruitful, as she'd forgotten all about it, and we were both zonked out of our brains. Communication, however, did wind up happening, as I have (or, rather, Marah has) gotten better at not shutting down utterly even when upset. There was some sulking and hiding behind pillows. The bigger the pillow the Lunatic is hugging, probably the more upset the Lunatic. This time, I was hugging my beanbag chair.

I zonked out for maybe an hour. She was out for perhaps two. We were both a lot saner after we woke up. She made bread. Mm, bread. I called Dawn and chatted. Yay! She's my other big sister person.

I still want to get enough time in Darkside's physical presence. It was always very comfortable to fall asleep curled up next to him on the couch.
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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