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The One Ring is totally a terraforming device.
The actual changelog entry for the comment editing, which doesn't have the refinements that the gang hacking it out in suggestions wanted, but I can live with this.

1269: not yet up to where I should have been on Day 1. But I'm getting closer. I do not actually get to put on any of the shiny new perfume until I am caught up. (So THERE!)

1749. Lovie has started talking to me again, now that we have the past stuff summarized and she's on new ground again. I was not about to rewrite the perfectly good introductory scenes; those will be spliced in later. Also, I have a sandwich. And a large box of Harry and David espresso truffles, but those are not Breakfast. A sandwich is Breakfast.

If I catch up today, I will not have to repeat last year, where synecdochic stood over me with a whip trying to get me caught up on NaNo. That was undignified, although insanely productive.

2287. Lovie is starting to wreak havoc. Who knew that my experience in wrangling ADHD children and teens has any use in the real (fictional) world? When the programmers get restive, Lovie is having them go do laps around the building.

I have showered. Sandwich has been consumed. I am clothed. I think it's time for laundry. 2917.
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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