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Seeing Red

It's post holiday and I'm in the stage where my home is a giant mess from the things I didn't get to before I had to travel.

And, I can't do a thing about it right now.

All I can do is wonder if and when my nose may stop bleeding.

This isn't new for me. I used to get bloody noses all the time as a child. 

One time, it was so bad my parents almost had to bring me to the hospital. That one was after jumping into our pool. 

I suspect I am getting this one because of the dryness from home heating. All I can do is lubricate once it stops. 

And it has. Finally. I just need to give it a moment before I put anything up there.

I suppose it's that time of the year where one should just relax anyway, but after reading a friend's blog post on Goodreads I discovered I used to have my own blog connected, but never updated it when I changed its home. I've now fixed that.

This is likely all the progress I will achieve this week as I get my booster shot tomorrow and my arm is likely to be sore at the very least. The previous ones made it hard to lift my arm much at all. And I know some people who have had it hit them much harder than the first two shots did, so we'll see how it goes for me.

Here's my Goodreads in case you're wondering about it: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15072512.Rae_Roy

I hope everyone has a wonderful New Year's despite the current reality.

Rae

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