red splattering made by sneezes

I had a bloody nose for a half hour last night. Bearded me and bloody noses amount to me looking like I just got in a fight or went on a raw meat binge. I forgot how vibrant blood is – the drip, drip, drip onto the white porcelain of the sink arrested me for the first ten or so minutes, such that I didn’t even really want to start clotting.

I suspect the bloodiness is a byproduct of going camping this weekend. I climbed Cloud Peak in the Big Horn Mountains, which is 13,000+ feet. I feel like a dog that’s been run over by a car. (Someone once said this to Wittgenstein and he flipped, saying that she who said this couldn’t possibly know what that feels like. Boo, Wittgenstein!)

It is about that time, so I will commence preparations for incoming teenagers.
Dose, once – shame on you. Dose twice – shame on me.


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