Sitting in a pool of light, with a comforter around you and your nose running, is not necessarily a bad thing. You are cozy; you are warm; the pressure in your sinuses is easing. It is especially not bad if you have washed your face in a gentle cleansing cream, pressed hot washcloths against your face and dried it to a soft fragrance.

The trick is to keep your head tilted downward so the  – clear my throat – snot can drain. Oh, what a shattered image that is. Drat, and I was feeling so Estee Lauder facially clean and soothed and scented. Now I am feeling green – and not the Kermit shade.

Where did the word “snot” come from. Did someone look at the wretched stuff and exclaim, “S’not true. Can’t be anything that yukky coming out of my sweet Juliet!?” Perhaps. But etymology aside, true snot is part of our lives. And often at night.

Well, I could have talked about the weather again. Now, would not that have been boring?