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Even though I was up until the usual obscene hours because Figment came over, I was up bright and early this morning. Clover and the Little Fayoumis stopped by to pick up some of the empty cardboard boxes I had lying about. They were in bad need of boxes, and I was in bad need of storage closet space, but still loath to throw the boxes out, actually.

We had a nice chat. The Little Fayoumis's front teeth, which had come in stained due to a childhood accident, had been cleaned up and now look just as shiny and white as his other teeth. He's happy about that. All the cats -- shammash, eris_raven, and Clover's husband's big ginger cat Thomas -- are getting along with each other, the dogs, the turtles, and the hen.

The Little Fayoumis has a good family now. I don't have to worry about him. I don't even feel the need to keep stressing my offer to Sis -- if the Little Fayoumis becomes sufficiently rowdy as a teen that she feels that a change of location (change of local friends, change of authority, removal from people he might have had conflicts with) would be good, I'd be happy to take him on for a while. Earlier, it was a very strong worry of mine. He and Marx just kept clashing and clashing. Now, he's got enough loving family with experience with headstrong teens around to lower the wall, evade conflict. If ever everybody wants, I would be happy to have him spend time with me when he's in high school some time -- but I don't really anticipate that there would be a real need.

I'm so happy.
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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