And then.
About a year or so ago. What the heck is that awful noise? Surely it's a fluke. After several nights of this, I decided it wasn't a fluke. Much as I didn't want to admit it, I now love a snorer. BUT I, being ever-resourceful, have discovered a great coping method. The TV! Yes, the TV. Now I realize having the TV in the bedroom isn't romantic, but I gotta tell ya, it works! Once I am asleep, a jack-hammer wouldn't wake me, but GETTING to sleep? Not with the snoring. And I don't think there's ever been even one instance where I actually went to bed before him. So how do you fix that?
I'd trained myself to go to sleep with the TV on if necessary a long time ago to mask irregular noises such as a dripping faucet, traffic noise from living right on the highway, a ticking clock. Or in hotel rooms where the neighbors aren't always quiet and you can tell if someone's taking a shower 3 floors up. If you keep it just barely loud enough to hear the words, it masks a multitude of irregular sounds and soon, I am tra-la-la-ing through the clover in dreamland. Or smacking the fire out of someone who really deserves it. Or diving naked into the vat of icing at Krispy Kreme. But I digress.
Unintended consequence, the Battle of the Remote continues past the living room.
Meh, I can live with that. As long as I get my sleep.
