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Absolute exhaustion

I crashed out late Monday night (early Tuesday morning) and therefore was not in any sort of shape to go to work when the time did come: all shaky and antisocial and very, very not good.

It would have been OK if only I'd been more hormonally stable, but I'm not.

So that sucked.

I was fairly comatose all afternoon, but eventually got enough energy to head to Sprouts to reprovision the kitchen. Then I did dishes and started the lasagna.

I'm hoping that I can get my handwritten Necromancer's Prayer notes typed up like, now.
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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