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Mother Hen Fuss

Called Darkside. Wound up with Darkside's mom. Inquired after Darkside's dad. There is steady recovery. There is incessant grouching. Much improvement over the lack thereof.

Lady Malfoy tried not to fuss at me when I mentioned that I'd just completed hour 45 of a 60-hour work week. *grin*

I had previously told the other junior check-in girl that I'd have to see about pulling a double next Sunday to cover for her. Now I'm thinking that it's right out. I need a few moments with Darkside.
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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