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Today I am at home with a sick Boodle who has pinkeye and a fever, both of which she was nice enough to share with me over the weekend. She is ensconced on the couch having a Harry Potter marathon, while yesterday it was Shrek. Being sick is something of a party when you're a kiddo, but not so much when you're an adult with no one to dote on you. I have managed to avoid all the pinkeye the kiddoes have brought home since we lived in South Carolina when Alora & Brittan were babies. The eyedrops used to cure it are worse to me than shots. Some of my worst childhood memories of sickness are held in those eyedrops. Indeed, it is probably the dread of those eyedrops which has led me to hold such insanely hygienic standards. Not that such standards have at any time been evidenced in the general comportment of my household....