I feel like a pirate, with an patch over my right eye. It’s really just an oversized Bandaid but an eyepatch sounds so much sexier. Yo…Ho…Ho. I pick up some medication at the pharmacy this morning for my crusty, red peepers, a victim of pink eye. It’s very sensitive to light, so I found the patch very helpful during my run and swim this morning. I know someone else in the neighborhood that had this infection, but I was never around her or anyone else for that matter. I’m guessing that my much more socially active wife brought it home as a gift. 

I would love to sit at home all day and recover but the cleaning people are coming. As a result, we are vacating the house and making our monthly trip to the Sarasota Costco. Last night, we also went there for gas on our way to the theatre. It saved about 10 bucks a tank so we’ll fill my car today. We also went to Der Dutchman for an Amish-style turkey noodle over mashed potatoes dinner, then only lasted up until the intermission of the two-person play “Maytag Virgin.” I’m not sure it would have been any better watching with two eyes. 

Today is also our neighborhood Summerfest event and our hot dog lunch is prepaid. Bands and activities will surround the resort center but contagious me will stay clear of any crowds. Funds are low since we had an unexpected visit from the plumber yesterday afternoon after I discovered a leak in our back-flow system. Water was gushing out of the valve that required a $500 replacement. It’s the second month in a row after our home warranty had expired where unbudgeted repairs have been necessary. I’m concerned that I don’t have enough in our retirement funds to sustain living here for the twenty years we’ve planned. The market has taken another beating, while maintenance costs continue to escalate. I’ll keep my one remaining eye on the situation. It’s utter piracy!