Normalish

I was going to get my haircut the other day and was halfway down the stairwell in my building when I realized I may have a problem. I had been sick, and was dealing with an on-and-off-again running/stuffy nose all day. I was picturing my head tilted back while getting my hair washed, and my barber would be looking right into my nose. What if I had mad boogers up there?

I didn’t have a mirror nearby, so I decided I would use my cell phone to take a picture up my nose. I had to tip my head back to make sure there was enough light, too. So there I was, in the stairwell, with my head tilted all the way back, and my arm outstretched in front of me holding my cell phone.

Click! Good news, all clear. Phew.