Bleeeeeep

I hope it's from Old Man 2005. If it's not, this doesn't portend well for 2006.

I awoke this morning to find that a caterpillar had moved onto my eyelid sometime during the night, refusing to move. Neither poking nor prodding nor pulling would remove that clinging critter.

OK, it wasn't a caterpillar - my right eyelid just looked like one, so swollen it was. The forthcoming New Year had hearkened a stye just in time for the Peach Drop! Oy, a few days with my right eye half closed Quasimodo-fashion looms ahead. It's quite a fetching look for the New Year.

I have yet to decide if my swollen eyelid is from Old Man 2005 (flinging one last bird finger my way as our battle ends) or if it is from Baby 2006 (firing a warning shot at me before the real war begins).