I am blogging and Loverboy is watching the hockey game.
We are conversing, casually.
Maybe two minutes silence, and I notice the clock seems louder.
I tell him, the clock is making a funny tick.
I look at him, and he has his eyes closed, clicker in hand, and his lips are making the "pook" noise with each breath.
It's just amazing.
And before I can post this, he's up and headed for the kitchen.
He wasn't sleeping.