Neti, Neti, Nettttttie

Tam doesn't know it yet but, having awakened this morning to a degree of sinus blockage of which good taste bars further description, I went into the kitchen and semi-quietly used a field-expedient neti pot. (Improvised using a one-person teapot 'cos my real neti pot was packed up neatly last Fall and has not been seen or heard from since).

Guess who's going to be innocently putting that thing in the dishwasher later? --Hey, I rinsed it out with boiling water.

Heh heh heh. Having a sister my own age is way kewl.