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Working on less than two hours of sleep leads to much ... silliness ... at work.

I have an occasional Southern accent that shows up in times of talking about numbers. It showed up and stuck when I was reading hours. Much of the silly.

The Darkside was napping. I should go join him.
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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