Until Sunday night I had been sleeping in my recliner because of coughing if I laid down; by Sunday evening things had progressed enough to lay down.
It wasn't coughing that woke me, but I was wide awake and unable to go back to sleep. I read and wrote my blog, ate some breakfast and had a short nap in a chair until leaving for coffee. It's a tiresome (no pun intended) process to get some sleep. Such is the way of life for us with sleep disorders. I don't really suffer just thinking I should be like most other people.