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.




My wife has informed me that I am running a fever…

…and I believe that the subtext there was So go to bed, you idjit.  Or maybe it’s my subtext. Certainly at the moment I can’t think of a single interesting thing to say.

Moe Lane

PS: Yes, if this keeps up I may have to go to the doctor’s.  I figured that one out already. We’ll see after a proper night’s sleep.