When I got home from work Friday night, the pets greeted me at the door as usual, but Greg did not. A minute later, he walked out of the bedroom with bleary eyes and a slight look of confusion.
“I’m home a little late because of football,” I said. “We got papers back late because they had to get all the games in.”
“Yeah, um, I was starting to get worried,” Greg said, though I could tell he had no idea what it time it was. I suspiciously raised an eyebrow at him.
“But then I got sleepy,” he said.
“Yeah, you were really worried,” I said. “So worried, and yet you somehow managed to fall asleep.”