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Woke up this mornin'

I leave my alarm on the whole week around. I've been having random surreal dreams. I slept for quite a good portion of Saturday: I slept in, then took a nice nap or two. Since I've been pushing myself week upon week upon week, this makes sense that I'd catch up on some of it.

No matter when I call the Darkside on a weekend, he seems to have not had breakfast yet. I'm not sure if this was the case today. I called and his parents were requiring the highly technically complicated process of moving a VCR. I teased him about his probable technical competence at age 75, getting tech support from his grandchildren.

No Death Note for us today. I called later and checked in on things, but no. I'll try again next weekend, for Sunday.

We always have pun wars. This one included an Excel thread: "No need to get graphic!"
"... ... ... I'm trying to think up a response that doesn't include 'draw a line down your X-axis, baby'..."
"Y, you deviant."
"That's standard."

He seems to be in a vile mood this weekend. Not as bad as most, but certainly not non-zombie.

Other than that, I've been attempting to clear out bits of my in-box, reading my friends page, desultorily poking at the summary-in-progress, procrastinating on that with the Hisssstorical Fic, vacuuming, doing dishes, doing laundry, putting things in crockpot... being domestic, in short.

Work's going to be crazy.
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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