January 16, 2007
I slept all morning. Not like me, really, but what can you expect; I spent the night dancing with myself. I tossed and turned through the night, rolling first to one side then the other trying to get the plugged sinus to drain to the open sinus, and when the sought for moment came that both nostrils were free, quickly starfishing onto my back for a few deep breaths, grateful as hell. Then, one side would begin to plug up again, and the oscillation would resume. Finally, sometime in the little hours, exhaustion raised his hand and stilled the orchestra.