Another so soon??!

I know. I'd advise not getting used to it, as I've proven myself to be not the best of posters.

So last night for dinner Bill and I made one of our favorites. We call it "the Asian thing", but it's pretty much a stirfry, I guess. We cook some rice (that comes in these nifty little cooking bags called, phonetically, cock-boytels) while I cut up chicken breasts into bite size pieces. When the rice is done we put in in our bowls and Bill sautees the chicken with olive oil, garlic salt and lots of pepper while I chop onion, half a red and half a yellow bell pepper, part of a head of broccoli, and some mushrooms that Bill has cleaned for me. When the chicken is done it's set aside and we add some olive oil and sautee the onions until they're translucent, then add the broccoli and cook that for several minutes (I guess it's not so much a stirfry because I cover the broccoli with a lid to accelerate the cooking). And then come the bell peppers, then the mushrooms. Then we pour over a bit, perhaps close to a 1/4 cup, of Thai Chili Sauce, add the chicken, and heat everything really well. Then dump it all over the rice. Then we eat a lot. And we feel really good about ourselves for eating so many vegetables.

Also, last night I felt a cold developing, my nose getting stuffy, a bit of a scratchy throat. And I told Bill before I went to sleep. At some point in the night I woke to what I thought was Bill sleep talking. The conversation went like this:
"Shut up!" (Bill)
"Huh?" (me)
Silence.

And then I woke at 6am and Bill was in the kitchen, sounding like he was making breakfast. But I wasn't getting up until 730, so he normally wouldn't get up until 830, at least. But I went back to sleep, because I'm lazy. When I did get up (at 8, not 730), I asked if he hadn't been able to sleep, since he hadn't been in bed at 6am. No, he hadn't been able to sleep, and had in fact moved out to the couch at 3am. Wow. And then I had an inkling of the cause.
"Was I snoring?"
"Well, yeah. A lot."

So I went to get in the shower. But realized something before I'd even closed the bathroom door. I ran back into the bedroom where Bill was getting back into bed to attempt a nap.
"So, you weren't sleep talking last night when I woke up to you telling me to shut up?"
"Um, no. But I didn't expect you to respond."