nearly spring in san fransisco and i cannot feel the sun

So, I'm having the pink eye again. Did not see that one coming, but I woke up this morning with my eye all stuck together, with crust and ooze and red. (Doesn't that sound delightful?!) I consulted my wallet, and that's how I found myself at work at 7:25 anyway. I was planning on coming home early, but the eye and subsequent headache started feeling a little better in the middle of the day, so I just stayed, and tried not to breathe on anyone. I think that it's probably the same bout as last time, since I was reading that viral conjunctivitis can hang around for up to three weeks, and I have been on medication (finally! took the last one this morning!) that lowers your immune defenses and makes it harder to heal, right? So it's reasonable that it's popped back because of that. I guess it's possible that it doesn't really work that way but I am personally very pleased with this theory, so no need to shoot it down. In any case, I felt bad about being contagious in public again, but if my theory is correct, then I have likely been contagious for longer than just today and not known it. Hopefully it will be better tomorrow. Either that or I'll have a nice day at home, right? I'm really trying to look on the bright side here. And hey, better pink eye than a return of the sinus infection. (Which I think the remains of are either leaving or preparing to return; let's keep our fingers crossed for on the way out, yes?)

Since I felt so sorry for myself, I planned an after-dinner run to BP (two minute drive) to buy snacks. It kind of reminded me of the trips we took when I was in Sweden to M's little 24-hour gas station a few miles away.. we had so much fun that summer. We went for chips and dip and once, we drove all the way there at midnight just for a deck of cards to play Finns i sjön (Go Fish). We had to play it in Swedish because M thinks I am very funny when I can't say "sj". I can say it now, kinda, but spoken Swedish is very hard for me. Anyway, tonight's trip made me think of those trips (who knows why we couldn't have come up with these ideas at decent hours so we could have gone to a real store? but here in the US, we're just too lazy to drive three miles to WalMart) because we ended up with two packages of Oreo six-packs, a Nutty Buddy and a pint of beer, cold. The sugar was for me 'cause he's sweet enough as he is... gag.

Anyway, we felt a little silly as we left with our sugar and booze. (Ahem, why am I thinking of eskimoes and canoes, stewlis?) M said he was going native because he was driving around with a cold beer in the cup holder of the car--he wouldn't let the strangely creepy clerk put it in a paper bag for him. Did you know that cup holders are big selling points for new cars in the US? Well, they are. I happen to know this because I know so much more about cars than I ever wanted to, because I got married and stuff and someone forcibly started implanting automotive trivia into my brain. Volvo had a problem with that, apparently. Not enough cup holders for the US market.

M pointed out to me tonight that he liked being married to me because I know what he wants before he does, so I can tell him without him having to think about it. (In this case, Spongebob cheese crackers with spices, made for him by yours truly.) I reminded him that this is why I was sure about getting married earlier than he was--I just knew what he wanted before he did. You know, sometimes when I talk about M, he doesn't sound so smart. *giggle* Of course, he does the same thing to me and it's all teasing. I can't imagine living with someone who takes me seriously.

Oh! And as we left the gas station, I smiled and waved at a little girl peeking up out of the backseat of the car. She gave me a brilliant grin, and it was a lot like looking at myself as a child.. the hair, the eyes, the smile. "That's what our daughter will look like," I told M. He turned to look, but was less than impressed, since she had disappeared under the window again by then, and all he saw was the little boy sitting next to her. Oh, well.

Yesterday, we had a birthday picnic at work, and we sat outside under a tree (which, too early for it to have shade from leaves, but still nice). The funny thing was that last night, I rubbed at my chest, and there was this red spot, and M and I gave it a cursory inspection to see if I was breaking out in a gigantic rashes or anything life-threatening, or if it was just my normal rash thing. This morning when I got up, I walked into the bathroom and laughed because.. well, it was a sunburn. It totally didn't occur to either of us that I had some sort of healthy skin response. Not that getting a sunburn is healthy, but it's not abnormal and I am so pale that I only burn anyway, and it's just a tiny bit of color.

Also, M's friend Blatt (the one that came to visit last year) sent the most fascinating piece of internet coolness ever. NASA World Wind. If you have the bandwidth--it's 171MB--then you really have to download this to see it. It's really, really incredible. Imagine a globe that you can spin around and zoom in on whereever you want. It's a like, the Google satellite map on crack. I will never do anything else but play with this, and when I die, I will be happy for I have seen a tiny road in Alaska with a nice shoreside view, and.. that's important, okay?

Speaking of important, today would have been a lot better had it been Friday. It felt like it was. That should have counted for something.