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3:01 PM 7/31/2010
Was alerted to [personal profile] heresluck's Translations from the feline: the flying mouse affair in IRC by [personal profile] synecdochic. Hilarity abounds.

Next stop: my aunt's, to see Deacon's new trick, and to check in pre-dogsitting. I am a good last-minute dogsitter.

12:19 AM 8/1/2010
Had a lovely evening with aunt & uncle. Dressed up a bit before heading over there, with my new belt and eyeshadow. The occasion was: I have a new belt! also eyeshadow! We are easily amused. I was not as made of ow as I thought I would be from when I woke up in the middle of the night and needed my cane to actually walk to the bathroom (I tucked it into bed next to me after that fun discovery). I should be back to normal tomorrow.

Saw Deacon's new trick (fetch-the-scent-cannister), gently overhauled the business cards, chattered away, had dinner, chattered more, and watched two episodes of MythBusters off Netflix-on-the-computer.

Now, having finished reading what the internet was up to in my absence, I'm for bed.

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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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