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Under his hat he had Things...

Hooray for work. I'm not a phone goon today, which fills my morning with untold joy. I'm working with Cute Geek Super and doing things on one of the happy fun surveys (I can't recall what nickname I've given this one, but it's one of the ones that othercat likes.)

Breakfast is a can of Pitch Black Mountain Dew, which is only appropriate, as last night saw me up until 1 in the morning, even though I was supposed to be in bed at 10pm. Bad Lunatic? But Lunatic was visiting friends, then got distracted, then had ... an interesting time dealing with things. And trust me, there are Things.

On the bright side, I'm nicely awake, playing with my high-lighters nicely, and having fun at work. As soon as I get home and cleaned up from work, I'm going to make a phone call, and the best friend who I'm calling had better be on the other end of that phone line, or I'll probably be somewhat miffed and also slightly going off the deep end. Life is in a state of flux, and this one is weird.

Whee, work. Whee, Dew. Whee, best friends.
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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