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Like I said from AzureGhost, my body finds it very easy to get addicted to exercise, and I will try to continue exercising through "ooo, more is better, right?" even past my body giving the "Um, food now!" signals. I figure that I did about 50 minutes on the funkystairstepper and then ten assorted more on the other weight machines, doing the fronts of my legs, my pecs, and my arms. Fortunately, I caught myself as my body was giving the beginning warning signals, so all continues good in Lunatic-land, without any crashing.

Someone left machines logged in as admin, wide open. I e-mailed my contact in the department mentioning this (I shut down or locked as appropriate), no cc. I have geek loyalty, and telling anyone else of note that this happened is not the way to go. I signed the note "Joan, dammit". I let select people in the bullpen know, because it is something that needs to be watched out for, but one e-mail to Dave Matthews Band Fan Geek should be sufficient to "handle" it so far as we are concerned. I also told Stressy College Chick about watching out for phone goons with USB drives plugged in to the machines, and how this is not appropriate, first because they shouldn't be mucking about with the machine, and second because of the hazard of bootable disks with exploits.

After working out came laundry. Hooray laundry. I can multitask with laundry and shower at the same time. Yay, laundry and shower. Then dishes. Now bedtime. Hooray bedtime. Even though now that I have eaten and showered, my body is all "hey, can't we go play again?"

This is in addition to walking to work today.

Conversation with Darkside was very nice and warm. I was not expecting a conversation of such length, given that I'd interrupted him. He caught me when I was going to say goodbye, and inquired about my day at work. This had the (perhaps unintended) effect of melting me... He doesn't tend to ask this question, and it surprised me. Um. He cares?
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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