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Fortunately, I was already awake when the Holdover Hippie Maintenance Guy knocked on my door. Unfortunately, I wasn't quite dressed yet, and first scrambled around to get things picked up of the countertops, and then scrambled into the closet to get dressed (beat-up blue t-shirt, beat-up lavendar shorts). There is now sawing going on outside, and ...

... ah, measuring and installing are happening. Sort of. They're putting the little boards up on the ceiling to attach them to, and attempting to fit the cabinet to those boards resulted in the cabinet almost falling down on my nice counter. I was sitting at the computer, of course, and automatically reached up a hand to stop the falling object...

Just business as usual around here, of course...

I was not anticipating having a cabinet installation going on today; if I had been, I would have packed it all up and gone to sleep last night immediately after my wizardly duties were complete for the moment. As it was, I stayed up dreadfully late reading my archives and sipping wine from an incongruous plastic cup.

Fortunately, I got enough water, food, and sleep so that I'm not hung-over. This is a good thing, or I fear my head would have long since exploded, since there is now pounding, in addition to the staplegunning, the drilling, and the screwing.
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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