Good news. Dave found his way back to our bed last night.
The couch wasn't cutting it - so he set up a mini-bed on our living room floor.
Even with all the layers of blankets there still wasn't much comfort to be had. Plus he claims he could still hear me in the bedroom snoring away. Poor guy - this has become quite the quest for quality zzzs.
Then in the middle of the night he remembered these.
He put them in, and crawled back into bed. While he can still hear me - he says it doesn't sound like I'm breathing into a mega phone anymore.
Welcome back Dave - I've missed you.