The rumbling woke me from a sound sleep. Blearily, I glanced at the clock – 5:30. I sighed. Saturdays are for sleeping in. Then came the roaring. I nudged Derek gently with my knee. The sound grew louder. I jabbed him in the ribs and said, “Roll over or I’ll never get back to sleep!” He said, “I AM on my side! That is a THUNDERSTORM!” Sure enough, lightning illuminated his assertion. After 27 years of sleeping with a snorer, my confusion was understandable/Cindy Hval, SR Front Porch. More here.

Question: Does your spouse snore? How do you cope?