Day after day, I use my rhino horn thrice a day. If my sinuses are giving me unusual trouble, which happens when the weather is shifting unpredictably, I go for it a bit more often, but this is my standard fare ever since a specialist in otorhinolaryngology prescribed it for me (“Rhino Horn,” May 14, 2013). As I was rinsing my nose a few minutes ago, I started marveling at my discipline. Thrice a day without fail. Indeed, regular rinsing is what it is all about (“Rhino Horn, Again,” November 13, 2014). And it has been six years already! Which started me thinking about my ways one more time. Discipline is my forte, and it pops up in everything I do on a regular basis. Including writing, it goes without saying. Whence my bulging magnum opus, as well. And bulging is surely the word. Even though I am doing my best to write ever less, I am approaching four-million words at a tormenting pace. Any pretext would do, too, as witnessed by this nigh superfluous eulogy to my exemplary discipline in nose rinsing with the help of rhino horn. Boo-hoo!