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Phone Time

I spent half an hour on the phone with Darkside being broken sometime after five this evening, and then I spent another fifteen minutes just before nine on the phone with him, and that time he got to tell me about his tech support.

I'm thoroughly overwhelmed by the idea that I'm important to him. Even though I've been important to him for quite some time, it impresses me when he tells me things that make me believe it.

Darkside has joined the growing group of people who believe that IQ tests should be a prerequisite for every computer user. User must be at least this smart to attempt to use our on-line system! He told me some mild horror stories.

I treasure the time I get on the phone and in person with my best friend. It's like a warm bath after a cold day, only better. Not only does he fix me when he breaks me, but he fixes me when other people break me as well...
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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