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Being sick is no fun, part n++

Laundry is done. Dishes are not. Packing is not.

Going to catch a nap now. Alarm's set for 5:30, in case I don't wake up in the middle of the night perfectly perky as per the usual.

Travel get-together plans? The only reasonably firm one is, oh crap, I need to e-mail 'Shua my number. For the 22nd. And the 29th. I think. I'm not sure. Aunt-Fayoumis and her Trailer of Doom are cruising the state on Fayoumis-Clan Standard Time, which means "whenever the fuck she feels like it". Aunt-Fayoumis is a lot like me. Guide Dog Aunt is also a lot like me. Tay-Tay is a lot like all of us. We are family, we are nuts, and we are clannish.

...annnnd he's paid. So. Easy e-mail solutions for great justice!

I sleep while I can breathe.
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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