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It never ends.

We have Mother's Day off, so I'm going to go in early tomorrow and work either for seven hours, or until the training presentation is finished, whichever comes first. Snarky Lady has been praising my efforts to the skies, because evidently what I thought was a mediocre typing speed and an indifferent attention to detail is a swift typing speed, and evidently my high school hobby of polishing my novel with the blatant Mary Sue in it paid off well in the ability to check through stuff and make sure that any references to the old company name actually make sense. I also made sure that the formatting made sense, and it is waiting on management approval before it goes live.

...um, that made no sense. I started out talking about what I'm going to do tomorrow, and wound up talking about what I did today.

Which tells me I'm too tired, need sleep, and have a long day ahead of me.

I did get in both walking to work and then some workout time (yay me!) so I'm very ready for it. Also, a long hot bath and a bad romance novel.
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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