A magical discovery: nose stuffed all day, dripping steadily like a broken faucet. But for the three hours of practice, my nasal passages were as clear as glass.
And as soon as practice ended, stuff city.
Is there some physiological explanation? Or did the allergy medicine and Claritin speedball I did this afternoon finally kick in?
All I know is, last week someone flipped the season switch and we went from summer to fall in one weekend. The temperature dropped ten degrees centigrade, the humidity dropped 50%, the wind kicked up, and my nose faucet spewed what I can only imagine is my liquified brain, dripping at an unstoppable pace down to my upper lip.
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