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Just sitting there, and then suddenly BOOM! you're awake again. And again. And again.

Staying up Friday night and working Saturday morning is a killer combination in the bad way.

At least I'm monitoring and not walking the areas or something.

If there were more going on with monitoring, I'd be on my toes. But right now the dialer seems dead.

I am working on building my rapport with Rev. Not-So-Nice Super. The current ploy is to involve him in the deployment of the Pink Menace.
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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