log for 2010
In the morning a line from a Skid Row song popped into my
head: "It's just spittle right off my chin." I have no idea
why it popped up, but it stayed there off and on for hours; I
couldn't keep from thinking of it.
At church, I blew my nose during the
service, and after, as I was in the bathroom, I happened to
rub my chin, and my hand came back with mucus on it. I'd
apparently blown mucus down onto my chin, missing the napkin I
blew into. It wasn't quite spittle, but was uncannily close.