conjunctivitis, what's your... plightus
I'm aware that the title of this post is more crytpic than usual, so I provide an explanation: think of Schoolhouse Rock.
Less cryptically, Leah has conjunctivitis. I, as of yet, do not, though we fear it may be only a matter of time; although we trust in positive thinking and the healing powers of prayer, so perhaps I'll be safe. Leah has the antibiotic eye sauce anyways, so if I happen to sucumb to the disease I can steal it for her, or fight her for it. Thinking about it all made me ask her to look up health insurances for me, so maybe now we'll finally get something accomplished on that front. We went to the doctor and the pharmacy with her insurance in hand, so we only had to pay ten bucks in each place, which was nice. Also nice is that the doctors' office (or HMO place at least) is right around the corner from us, so we could walk there.
And walk there we did, not knowing that it was supposed to start pouring rain at any moment. Happily it didn't start pouring on us as we walked there, and then walked to the pharmacy, and thence home; nor did it rain as we drove all over town (and out of it too, to Marina Del Rey) on errands. When we got home, though, man did it start; and I'm glad I got to stay indoors from that point, cause it's coming down pretty fierce. Aaron, a native Californian and long time Angeleno, says that this much rain is unusual, which pleases me, to note that California weather still can't hold a candle to New England's. Because you know I take much pride in our quantity of weather, as any right-thinking individual does, who lives in a place where the climate is worth commenting on at all, on a day-to-day basis.