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Joy to Construction

It's Friday, and there's been no sign of anything resembling cabinets or vertical blinds or fun with the dishwasher all day. Granted, I was out for a few hours in the afternoon, but I did grant permission for them to come in if I wasn't there, and there was nothing hanging on the door telling me that they'd missed me and could I please let them know when I'd be back ASAP so they could get this all fixed.

I've got to go to bed at a reasonable hour tonight, because I have work in the morning, but right now I am so very bored. I have accomplished basic shopping. I could theoretically keep unpacking and clean things, but I'm very much not motivated to do that. I need to wash laundry, but that could happen any time tonight, or possibly even tomorrow. There's no real rush.

Phoenix has hit with the heat, and I don't think the management has the cooling system active yet. *checks* No, no cooling yet. It's somewhere upwards of 75°F in here, and that's hot enough so that I'm getting the sort of headache that feels like an icepick in my brain.
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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