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Figuring Things Out

In bag, 2 pants, 3 shirts, 4 socks, 4 bras, 4 underpants, X nightwear. As beat-up as possible. Wear: nice outfit. Pack toiletries, 1 book, maybe Thalia, maybe not.

Drive to Figment's late Saturday night/early Sunday morning. Leave Siete parked in Figment's carport. Go to airport with Figment early. Coming back, hop the Red Line until it intersects with Figment's street, then take that bus to Figment's, pick up Siete, and continue with the week.

Yay stuff.
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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