I saw a tweet once about someone daydreaming about being hit by a bus. They’d be swept off to the hospital where they’d run a battery of tests, and in so doing, discover some allergy or deficiency. So discovered, it is easily treated, elevating the person with ingredible speed to an efficiency and effectiveness previously only dreamed of. 

This is, I think, the American and the modern dream of health. Solved by a pill, and producing efficiency. I mean, there. is undeniably something very appealing about it. I had that feeling quite briefly yesterday, the first time I ever tried a breath-right strip. It works pretty good. 

The issue here, and the issue with the bus-tweeter is that, I’ve been breathing through my mouth for so long that I have no memory or habit of breathing correctly. I should get some mouth tape. Tape on my nose, tape on my mouth, forcing my body to do what...I suppose...it ought to be doing in the first place?

It reminds me of my thoughts about spies and about habits.