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Quiet day, exhausting week

I've been working my ass off all week, and Wednesday was just utter crashing, topped off with a quick trip to Sprouts for some very necessary groceries.

To do before some crucial time tomorrow: get the printer working from Thalia here so I can print out the nanowrimo certificate, and both novel drafts, or transfer them over the network to Sorcha (and hope marxdarx will log me in to print out), or put them on my thumb drive and print them out elsewhere, or e-mail them to myself and print them out elsewhere.

To also do: sleep.

I seem to also have run into one of those cosmic twin type people (it seems from indications so far), so at some point in the near future there should be a basic "Hi, I'm the Lunatic, and this is what I've been up to so far this lifetime" post, because that's the thing I do, and also, it's been a while since I've posted one of those. I'd guess that there are people who haven't been properly introduced to the Lunacy...
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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