Jeez, just call me Cyclops.

Freaking pinkeye.  Two days before a trip, too.  I may have to send the family along ahead for a day and come when I’m hopefully no longer contagious — and no, that’s not a blessing in disguise, either.  This is a vacation that my mom’s wanted us to all do for almost a decade. There are wild horses and the beach and a Viking longboat and aunts to wrangle the children while my wife and I have a beer or three.  I want to go to this.  I just need not to be contagious for it.

Grr. Arrgh.

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