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Despite not enough sleep last night, it was more than the night before. And it's a shorter shift, and I'm going to be check-in today.

There is a woman at work who looks like she might be an older clone of me. She works dayshift. She has the same color and waviness of hair (allowing for differences in amount of grey) that she wears in the same style and at the same length. Her features and mine are similar. We're of similar build. She has a delightful sense of humor -- sarcastic but harmless, and much given to puns.

She calls the check-in position "chicken", because it amuses her. "Are you chicken today?" "Yup. [crowing]"

I have not yet had anything like coffee. I should have some, and then zoom. Or grab some, and then zoom. Or just plain zoom, with or without breakfast.

I'm waiting to make my first actual call from the cellphone, besides attempting to play with voicemail. I'm going to call Darkside. Even if I don't get to talk to him then, it still counts, right?
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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