That reminds me. As a younger man I found out old people don’t sleep together. On 2 or 3 occasions a burglar entered the house at night. The wife was the first to confront. Newspapers wrote: “Mr. So and So was sleeping in another room. Probably hiding under the covers.
It’s gotta be snoring, sleep apnea machines, non-bathing, or there-goes-the-romance. I never married. If you have to wait half the night for company might as well wear pjs. He’s gonna be late.
He wanted it that way, my feelings were hurt about it for a VERY long time. Still angers me a bit. Also, not what it was supposed to be. We were BOTH to agree to such an arrangement.
Now it is just practical. I like complete darkness, he does not. He snores. I talk in my sleep. So even sleeping Lucy and Desi style might not have worked. The dog is a good bed mate.