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A day. Stuff. Things.

We seem to have acquired a temporary cat, then. Her name is Hermione, and she is soft and black. I knew her previously.

Today at work was insane. My trainee was doing paperwork that I would have had a time doing, with me trying to coach her through it while I was in a state of distraction over the stuff I was supposed to be doing. Somehow I wound up doing more coaching than actual work of my own, which is great for her learning, but not so great for my poor stats! However, Tuesday should be much better.

Neither of us ran away or cried at work today, which is a good thing. I am proud of myself for that.

I have to stop training before I turn ghastly grey and dry up. Having a trainee is Not Good for my sanity, much as I like the woman.

At 10pm, I had to wander off to the store because I craved lettuce. This is not a craving that normal people get. I like lettuce. So I will get cravings for it, and nothing else will do. Well, carrots might do, but carrots are not lettuce.

trystan_laryssa looked around the apartment and commented in delight at how amazingly neat it all was. Er. Um. There's floor? And I did spend a decent amount of time in frantic tidying of the kitchen and dining room area, but it's still two people in a studio apartment, now with a tiny bit of room for Cat.

Gregor and I have declared open war on each other. I think I might be allergic to the scent of spray Pledge, in quasi-related news. I don't like sneezing blood.
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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