Well it seems that one of the Beef Brothers may be just a bit short of flesh on this trip.

The lovely and gracious Louisa Mae convinced me that I really ought to make an attempt to define the point at which my nose hair ends and my msutache begins ... before I make such a trip to a foreign land, up there in the frozen north (I'm talking about Wayland MI, of course). So off I went to 'the boys bathroom' with a 6 inch pair of sheers in tow.

Now, I've done this grooming task before, a time or two, and I know the trick is to get those sheers deep into the nasal cavity so they are just about one centimeter from the brain - then you just "CLIP" 'til all those little wirey rascals are gone. Well I ws doing just that and things were going along swimmngly until one particularly wirey set of hairs torqued the scissors in a slighly forward direction. Now I'm sure I don't have to tell you that there really just isn't that much extra, unoccupied space inside a nasal cavity - even one so grand and cavernous as belongs to this Beef Brother. So you might say this slip caused a bit of rucus aroun the Marum house, for a few minutes.

We've cleanned up the bathroom up now. It's suitable once more for guests of any gender - and the bleeding is mostly under control now, except when I hold my head up - and I've only sneezed the one time since the mishap ... the lovely and gracious Louisa has nearly got the wall paper sponged off by now ...

And I don't think the cut is quite visible from the outside, when you're looking at the opposite side of my face, and the light is low ....

Other then that, I roll tomorrow, late morning. A few stops planned (or in planning) along the way. Should be in MI Thu/Fri and Toronto Sun.

All the best.