A departure today from Christmas musings … I’ll return to that tomorrow.
When you share a bed with someone, sooner or later there’s going to be one or the other of you who snores. I was thinking about this today and recalled a silly poem I’d written. As I’ve said before, when I’m unable to change circumstances, I often turn to verse!
And here’s a bit of disclaimer: I hate pointing fingers at anyone. My Beloved doesn’t always snore … and even though I’d rather not admit it, I’ve been told I occasionally snore as well.