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I have permission to use hcolleen's guest login while she's asleep. I trade sluggish loading on Allegra for her spiffykeen but difficult folding keyboard. It is a series of little soft buttons in a soft plastic bag with labels.

Pirates later tonight. I am all bodiced already and just waiting on my laundry.

Work involved a lot of wrangling the spreadsheets that should be a db, and getting called over to fix people's computers. I do a lot of that. This afternoon, my highly technical training had me flat on the floor diagnosing an unplugged power strip, turning down macro security, helping with the hours chart, and determining that setting answering machine to on when it should be off on paced fux0red the whole thing.
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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