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Yesterday and today are sick days. PMS is hitting with a vengeance. I am hoping that the actual 'M' part shows up damn soon. I have been at home (though I went out yesterday for black cohosh, St. John's Wort, carrots, and a cellphone earpiece that maybe WORKS on the way back) feeling like I'm about to kill something. Realized on the way back that some combination of effects were making me unsafe for freeway driving, so got off and went the hell home on surface streets at a sane speed with the windows WIDE open.

(After looking in detail through the other ingredients ... lobelia. It's the only one of the lot with any reported narcotic effect, and damn if that didn't feel quite exactly, though to a lesser degree, than those narcotic pain meds from the nasty shoulder strain/inflammation. That puts this, and anything else containing lobelia/eyebright/Indian tobacco, at least in concentrations near, equal, or greater than 150mg/dose on my "Do not drive within five hours after taking" list.)

So. Doing Support. Working on the dudes and putting them in the mood theme, with the eventual intent to migrate the pics over to LJ hosting and package up a command console script for others to borrow them. Not much actual writing. Not much actual reading. There has been sleep. I have Not Been Feeling Good.
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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