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My head has been a mess. I don’t know if it’s allergies or a simple cold but my head goes from perfectly fine one minute to a raging river the next. When that river flows, all the nose-blowing in the world won’t help—unless I’m willing to sit by the tissue box all night.

I was too tired to do that last night, so I blew out all I could then went to bed. But it kept coming, faucet on full throttle, with me constantly snorting stuff back up my nose and down my throat. Not only was I on the verge of drowning, but I sounded like a goose honking.   Lovely sounds.

My husband, who had been sleeping soundly, thought so.

“Gettin’ excited over here,” he said, “listening to your mating calls.”

That’s one way of casting a problem in a better light.

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