We were joined yesterday by another colleague, BN, and without asking permission, he simply joined the chorus of snorning last night. Right now, behind me, he lies — arm over his head and snoring plentifully. His distinctive contribution is the sound of someone rubbing bare knuckles over an old, metal, washboard. While BN and I were discussing our search last night, BJ, within 3 minutes of going prone, was beginning to honk, while KZ’s snoring last night was subtle. Nothing like that at all for BN.
Once I was staying with a missionary professor, a certain MW. His missionarying was in Spain, and I am notorious for cranking up the air conditioner to create Himalayan sleeping conditions. MW thought it was too cool, but instead of turning it down, he simply began to pull my covers off during the night — hoping to get me to change the temperature. First, the bed covers, then the blanket — and when it made no visible impact, he began to pull of my sheets. I caught him in his misdeed, reminded him of how long the Himalayan’s live, and we carried on. He was wearing a stocking cap to make his point, but I interpreted that as silly histrionics.