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Assorted today-things:

Didn't get to sleep until about 6 am. Not good.

Sis came over before noon. Ow.

We sorted some stuff.

I took a nap.

I called Darkside and we talked for 1 hour, 21 minutes. (The good phone has a call timer. I pay close attention to how long we actually did spend on the phone, because we have a habit of losing track of time, and it helps my time-sense to make note of how long it actually was when we sign off.) He explained why he went out of town. I tore my hair out at him about the recent events, even though his trumps mine.

Tomorrow is not a good day for me to drop by; he is cleaning his room. Archaeologists are invited to try and learn something from his floor before he picks everything up.

I went grocery shopping. Bread, meat, lettuce. Bookmans is open. I managed to locate something that might be like lime soda. We shall see. The Bookmans on the corner is open now; I anticipate that when I have spare cash and some books in mind, I'll be spending serious time there.

But not until I move.

Bed now. Work in the morning. Hooray, work. Hooray, getting to talk with best friend.
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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