Spring is here. Flowers are up. Tree pollen is decorating every nook and cranny of my life. Usually this means six weeks of snot for me. but not so far this year.

I hit the acupuncturist once a week for the past five weeks, and so far I am snot free. I couldn’t be more happy.

Of course, my wonderful lady just left for seven months in the south of France at a Tibetan monastery, but hey, can you blame her?

All I know is I can breathe when I fall asleep; I can breather when I wake up. I’m not shooting snot  at all my riding partners. My ears don’t snap crackle and pop all day long.

I love acupuncture.