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HELEN BOUGHT NOISE-canceling headphones. Apparently, I snore really loudly.
I have no clue, of course, sleeping alone as I do.
The irony of the situation occurs to me as I lay awake staring at the ceiling of my old room, when I hear Helen roll over and start snoring herself.
I check the time. It’s a little after 2:30 a.m.. Apparently, insomnia is featured tonight on the menu of Tom’s Sleep Problems. Well, it is better than the alternative.
We got back from Tallahassee about 6:00 p.m.. We were still hungry, so we grabbed some food left over from the funeral and curled up together on the couch—okay, we didn’t curl up together, I was on one end, and Helen was on the other end—in the family room to watch something. After arguing for about half-an-hour over what to watch, we’d agree
