Since Karl Ove Knausgaard wrote about his bowel movements in his New York Times Magazine story about traveling through America on the trail of the Vikings, I suppose it's OK to blog about my nose.
The almost perfect, blood red circle at the tip has crusted into a less livid but not necessarily stylish scab. (I have to address a women's group tonight in Boynton Beach.) Still, I was finally starting to feel better about it yesterday when I received a call from my dermatologist's office saying that I need to make a return visit for something they found on my forehead. Well, at least the forehead is not as in your face as the nose.