Let's add a tierra

Because daylight savings time doesn't wreak enough havoc, let's add a CPap to the mix, shall we? Almost a decade ago I was involved in a bad romance with Darth the full face mask. It was a tumultuous relationship with me often tossing Darth out of bed before dawn. The affair ended badly and while I kept the Resmed machine for awhile - I lost track of it in the trek to the third coast. Enter Cyrano. Cyrano is quiet. Cyrano is more discreet than its predecessor. But Cyrano perches on my nose and I - mouth breather that I am - find it most unpleasant. I'm told a soul can be trained to breathe with one's mouth closed. I suppose one swallows less spiders in one's sleep that way. But for me, I've spent the last few nights taking over the autonomy of breath. The husband already loves Cyrano. Cyrano is quiet. I've ordered a chin strap because why not truss up like a Thanksgiving bird - that'll help a soul sleep and its romantic too. My hope is that in fifty pounds or so - Cyrano can be banned from my bedroom. But for now the shnoz gets a nightly mauling and that's just the way it goes. Peace. #letsaddatierra