Funny story about the snoring.

My roommate, Anthony, moved out and Bart moved in. Bart didn’t show up until 8:00 AM this morning, so I had the room to myself.

However, I talked to Bart’s old roommate, John, at breakfast this morning. He was a snorer and was supposed to be able to stand the rumblings of Anthony.

He couldn’t. After 45 minutes he left and slept on a hammock. He was amazed I had stood it for two nights. I feel a bit guilty, but not enough to tolerate a snorer again.