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Happy Birthday, Figment (even though I already said that to you at work; I doubt you're going to read this any time soon)
Happy Birthday, digitalambience. You're still younger than I am, and it was nice talking to you in person.

digitalambience's wife is due to give birth at nearly literally any moment; I ran into him at the grocery store a few minutes ago, and he said that he thinks her water has broken (but he's not sure). I berated him gently for hanging around work and bullshitting when his first child is perhaps ready and on the way.
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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