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Links, and nasty little shocks.

Testing precognition, or at least pattern recognition.

http://community.livejournal.com/metaquotes/6061106.html -- oh hey I'm excommunicated.

Not-so-long story short: Writers' group and Fresh Start have sometimes been a decent match, but aren't suiting well anymore. I got an e-mail today that made it clear to me that their needs and my capabilities as group leader, if I can call it that, just don't add up. I was knocked out of commission for a good length of time; I'm good about recognizing the signs of shock in myself and treating them. (Going outside and sitting in the warm is a very good thing when my body just decides to start conserving energy and Not Doing Anything, to cope with blood loss or something.)

Wound up talking to Darkside last night (used some loaded words there in describing my taste in his bad jokes), and then again tonight. I took a walk to the store and shared some time with him. We're smarter than a 5th grader some of the time. (If it weren't that Thursday nights are anime-at-home nights, I'd so go over there and share family time with him.) Of the people who can give me perspective, he's a good one.
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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