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Eugene's Brother is being very sick this weekend -- something about a massive sinus infection + flu. I saw him yesterday after work to drop off some things. Hope this illness doesn't shut him down for months like the last one. It seems wrong that this is the price one pays to work with kids. Part of the price. After seeing him I went to the store for oranges and vitamins. I checked the Flintstones package -- it says "for adults and children over the age of 4" and that was good enough for me. I hate swallowing chalky pills.

We were supposed to go to Kaneohe or Haleiwa for steak this weekend; instead I watched "Signs" with Mart last night and babysat tonight. We went to R's -- she was having a cake and ice cream thing for Seb, and the boys wanted to play on the swings, so goody, easy-to-tire kids! and I got to talk to R who is just back from Minnesota and get paid for house-sitting and have pasta for dinner and blue cake for dessert. It was great -- the lights and tree are still up, and the house was all warm and noisy, and the kids were out back playing foosball and in the kitchen making blue icing for the cake. So R was making mostaccioli (or whatever ridgeless penne is called) with a garlicky tomato sauce, which we all ate outside on the picnic table even though it was the boys' second dinner. Happy birthday to you, barefoot run around the big poky yard, cat got into the pasta, three kinds of ice cream. Good night.

My first class is on Tuesday ... this term I have classes T/R only, and have already scheduled to sit M/W. I have a math methods class which sounds quite terrible, and "technology for teachers," which sounds quite vague. We'll see. I got all a's this past term, which either means that my final Fred Savage paper kicked ass in all its mumbo-jumbo 4 a.m. glory, or he got so sick of talking to me that he gave me an A because he knew if he didn't I'd want to discuss it, as I'm big on discussing it. If I was a pain in the ass, I hope he knows I was just returning the favor.

Bentley's Auntie Peahen called his morning. she finally got the package I mailed her before Christmas. We chatted about work -- mostly the grislier aspects of hers. I could not do her job -- I couldn't even do half the things she does. At some point when I was in high school I got it into my head that I wanted to be a pediatrician, but as soon as I figured out what you have to go through before you work in a brightly-colored office with a fish tank in the corner, I abandoned the idea. I won't dissect a frog, let alone a human cadaver. Peahen has watched beheadings and assisted in amputations. She can even eat lunch while watching surgery. I guess she was always like that. Even in HS, nothing could come between Peahen and her lunch.

Going to go enjoy my last free Saturday evening for awhile ... crossword and Bentley, maybe. Yay.