Sometimes, I look at the keyboard and think that there is absolutely nothing on my mind that I want to write about now.  Tonight is one of those nights but  in keeping with trying to discipline myself,  I still will visit and jot a couple things down before i hopefully head off to bed early.    I haven’t felt great for 2 or 3 days now and this morning getting up felt like torture.  So I do not wish to repeat the torture tommorrow A.M. by staying up too late again.

Doug is in the bedroom snoooorrrrinnnggg now.  Snoring in general has always had the catching effect of making me sleepy, just like a yawn does with folks.  If I hear snoring, it’s a sure bet I’ll be trying to catch a nap.  Years ago, I worked nights in the hospital on a medical surgical ward.  It was torture for me to remain

awake while watching and listening to patient’s snoring. Well, when I am lying next to Doug, his snoring is so loud, NO ONE can sleep!  He has various snores but his most used snore is what I call the “blow hole” snore.

(Yes, blow hole, like a whale.  Think Moby Dick.)

 he will snort in air thru his nose and blow it out of his mouth loudly.  (hrrroink! shuuuuuuuuuuu!)  Once when he did this I was on the phone with my oldest daughter.  I mentioned to her that dad was snoring but his breath wasn’t exactly a treat that night.  She told me to drop a tic tac in his mouth. 

One thing I can say for Doug.  He is the politest person when I wake him up to complain.  I used to “twiddle” his lips with one finger. Okay twiddle is not the best word but I think you can envision it right?  He just wakes up and I say, “Doug, Doug. You’re snoring!  Can you roll onto your stomach?”  He just says, “huh? huh?  Okay….” and does it.   Then he is still up and at ‘em at 4 a.m. to play Army.

Whatta guy!