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Dragged myself, wincing and sneezing, workward. I wasn't scheduled today, it seems. I asked Pink Shirt Guy if I could please go home. He wanted to know if he needed to call me an ambulance -- while he was kidding me a little, evidently I did look very ill.

Stupid allergies.

Stopped in at the office to check on schedule. Ta-da! New schedule! Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday morning on; Sunday afternoon, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday off.

Didn't get to talk to any Darksides this weekend. I'll try next.
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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