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Called. Interruped the Empire, striking back.

Darkside told me about how game on Friday had gone. (Hee. What's more geeky than gaming? Having a gamer explain the current game to you, and listen with all delight and happiness.)

Naomi got sympathy with her just-past-current Tech Support moment. Have I ever mentioned how utterly delighted I am that I have a bondmate who can not only understand the technical issues that Naomi gets tangled up in, but also accept her -- accept us -- just as he accepts our front? Better, in fact, because he refuses to accept the surface layer that I present to most of the rest of the world, and requests of me that I not pretend everything's all right if it's not.

And we can mock end-users together. Hee.

Yes. I am well-cherished indeed.

He doesn't know if he can make it for Halloween, but we'll see, closer. I intend to see him soon.
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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