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Today appears to be "import my stacked-up stacks of new CDs" day. I have a Rule that new CDs don't get put in the CD binders until they've been ripped onto the computer. I took a bag of assorted stuff down to the laundry room. I'm stripping the tags off the nice soft skirt. There will be laundry eventually.

hcolleen has been playing her old favorite version of mahjongg. This resulted in me pulling up an online version of Bejeweled. I have been playing it perhaps more than I should be. That's a very easy addiction for me.

Today I finished up Lando Calrissian and the Mindharp of Sharu. I plan to re-read Robin McKinley's Sunshine before I pack it; I may add it to hcolleen's reading stack as well.

Myrrh! Tomorrow at noon-thirty, we have an appointment way the fuck in Tempe! So we shall gather you up! We shall plot about apartments!

Scrubbin' Bubbles. It works. It is a spray-can of liquid with a detergent, so the liquid can go straight into the spiracles. I have learned a great many things from Mama's biology background, but she only taught me the theory on that one. The practical aspects, I worked out for myself.

I have a drinking glass that has the name of a soda, in many different languages. It makes me happy.

I have three very large boxes of books right now, and I'm sure there will be more. I may think better of this and pack books in smaller boxes, but at least for now, at least they're packed. We're thinking mid-October.
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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