Sleeping Alex and Snoring Thoughts

I'd like to post a pic of our son, Alex, but he is still sleeping! He spent most of yesterday on planes, and arrived in Knoxville around 4:30 pm, looking very tired. This was because he decided there was no point in going to sleep the night before, since he had to be on a 6 am flight to Houston. Ah, the energy and illogic of youth!

I remember the kind of thinking that leads to skipping sleep--how efficient life could be, if I could just stay up all night! Now, sleep is the best part of the day, something to really look forward to. Ten o'clock comes with enough yawning to populate an entire Serengeti plain of lazy daddy-lions. I sleep soundly and deeply until just before dawn, and get up with the sun. I also now sleep on my back, something I was never able to do before the chest surgeries, no matter how tired I was. Okay, once I slept on my back for about 3 hours after Juli was born, after 20 hours of labor. But that's the only time I ever remember being able to do that.

I wonder if I snore in this position? When Bill sleeps on his back, he sometimes makes enough noise to rattle the furniture in our shaky house. I usually have to punch him to make him roll over and stop the racket. We used to curl up like puppies in a pile. Now I imagine we look like side-by-side sarcophagi--my arms propped up by throw-pillows and hands folded over midriff, while Bill's arms are up behind his head, hands clasped behind his neck. If we're doing any snoring, at least there's no one awake to hear it.

My dad used to make so much noise while sleeping that our old dog, Loki, would greet the morning with reddened eyes and exhausted demeanor. It was pitiful--Dad literally kept the dog up all night with his sonorous snoring.

Now, typing away up in the loft, about 10 feet away from my sleeping son, it doesn't appear that anything interrupted his slumber last night or this morning. I think we can put the whole snoring issue to bed for now...