Well, my hubby is a bit dispirited because he went for a sleep study (at my nagging for his scary snoring), found he has sleep apnea, and he has to use a CPAP (continuous positive air pressure) mask. It came in the mail yesterday — two boxes of instructions, a pump to move the air, the mask, and related supplies. The mask is very comical, if I can put aside for the moment my sympathies for how much my husband dislikes this whole concept. Every time I peek through the box of supplies and see the mask/strap thing that holds the nasal mask in place, it makes me think of Hannibal Lecter.

Hubby was tolerant but *not* very amused when I asked him to say, “Chianti … and fava beans.”

Clarice!
Not my husband.

I’m thinking that he would *not* be thrilled if I offered to knit him a softer, cuter set of straps to hold the little nasal mask in place. Hmm.

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