This morning I woke up to the sound of an off-key bird singing in my bedroom. I sat up and listened intently while reaching for my glasses to see what type of bird had invaded my sleeping sanctuary.
After a moment, I realized exactly where the song was coming from … my right nostril! I was stuffed up and breathing through it was making that dreadful bird’s song.
Moral of the Story: One never knows the sounds the body will make. Well, teenage boys might, but that I’m not.