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ok, let's just say that pink eye becomes far less charming on the weekends.... 
last night i woke up at 3:45, unable to go back to sleep because my eyelid was chaffed and burning and my lymph nodes were getting too fat for comfort. so i got to watch a lot of animal planet - mostly chimp eden, which was fascinating to my right eye (i had a cold washcloth over the left). finally, around 7:30, i dozed off again. geoff found me looking like a fight victim sprawled across the couch.i did get a black eye patch to contain all of the tears and shedding adenovirus, but my big melon makes it kinda tight, so i haven't really worn it. mostly i just get around wearing sunglasses, but i may get to the point where i'm willing to go pirate if need be...like at night. luckily, the only thing i've gone to this weekend was an outdoor fair focused on gardening in our arid climate. i tried not to touch anything or anyone. i can just see the headlines now: pink eye outbreak traced back to highly-infective but conservation-minded garden fair participant.sheesh. 
maybe pink eye will be fun again on monday
What's so hilarious about pink eye?!
I don't know, but when I got diagnosed today, all I could do was cuss and crack up. And say "pink eye!"PINK EYE!!
That is too darn funny.
Pink eye is like a snow day. The kind I have is SUPER CONTAGIOUS, too. Geoff could get it, my coworkers could get it, the patients at the Moores Cancer Center could get it - sheesh, my right eyeball is almost SURE to get it from my left eyeball. So, nobody wants us Pinkies around (that's what I'm calling us, we, the solitary pink-eyed people). To the clear-eyed, we Pinkies are social pariahs! So, for fundamentally antisocial people like me, Pink eye = a bonus holiday! I HAVE to go home! (Mishka loves pink eye too.) The best part is, besides some ocular itchiness, relentless tearing, and eyelid swelling, HECK, I feel good enough to do just about anything!I hope pink eye never ends...
(just kidding)
Ryan and I are separated in age by four years. In case you didn't know (or couldn't guess), I'm the older child. Ryan's good friend Jason (also an "oldest child") constantly mocks Ryan for coming in second. He even sent us both an article about a study showing the academic superiority of first-borns and constantly challenges Ryan with big words like "fireplace" and "sunshine." Four years may not seem like much now, but they were a big deal growing up. We've only lived together for fourteen years, and she didn't even talk for part of it. For the other part, she was still gullible enough to fall for whatever I wanted her to believe. At one point, she thought I had magical powers and could shrink or grow at will or locate lost objects with only my mind. We played games like Princess and Slave (you can imagine how that went) or Restaurant, and I would try to order items that weren't (or never could be) on her menu ("Hmmmm...I don't think I am interested in the peanut butter and jelly or the cup of juice. Do you have any roasted duck?"). It wasn't exactly an equal relationship.These four years were an enormous gap when we were children. Ever since, however, they have been shrinking. I remember the first time I was shocked to discover that Ryan was a real PERSON, with her own thoughts and personality. It must have been after she went to college. (Who is this?! ) We've been rediscovering each other ever since. The best part is that I love the person my sister has become. It has been really comfortable and very exciting to have Ryan in town - the best of family AND friends. I worked only half days most of the week and took Monday off so we could hang out. I took her everywhere, all around San Diego, from Old Town and the Gaslamp to Del Mar and Torrey Pines. We enjoyed the South Park Walkabout in our neighborhood, the Wild Animal Park, and tapas in La Jolla. We topped it all off with a day at the spa in Glen Ivy....aahhhhhhhhhhhhh. We're already planning my trip to New York! All of this fun, and I didn't even have to con her into doing by bidding....imagine that!
