Zzzzzzzzz.

Apparently, I snore.

A has been complaining about it. In fact, he spends more nights in the guest room than with me.  His predecessor, Jose, couldn't deal with it.  And John, bless his heart, was fine with it.  In fact, we talked about it today.

So I spoke to my doctor about it and she prescribed a sleep study to determine if I have sleep apnea.  Hopefully not.  I'm sure if I lose the 15 or so pounds that I am working on, the snoring thing should get better.

Hopefully.

I'm spending the night tonight at the sleep center. Let's see what they say.