Don’t hold your breath

The memory of my angry y-front-wearing friend returns quite often and, humorous as it is, it also gives me pause for thought and renews my admiration for Lynda who’s had to put up with the snoring for decades. I’m no stranger to that feeling of sheer desperation when one is trying to get to sleep only to be thwarted by the sound of wheezing, snorting, gasping, snuffling, and gargling going on only inches away, not to mention how it feels when it stops and you think you’ll have time to get to sleep before it starts again… then it does!

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