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Day turns into night: work and phone

Woke up before the alarm. Got to work in a very timely fashion. Monitored. Yay, monitoring! I had a few "What the -- ?" moments. Someone was clearly half-asleep on the phones or something, that's the only thing I could think. Also, some person on the other end of the phones had a little difficulty with the word "consumed". ...What's there not to understand about the word "consumed"? (My comment on that was the closest to snarky on the job I got all day.)

Got nice hugs before heading home. Mmm, redheaded pillowy co-workers!

Called a Darkside. Got a Darkside on the phone. Chatted for a good 45 minutes and then some. My cleavage is good for taunting purposes. How did I get so special that he's willing to talk with me even when he's got a headache?
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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