I walked out of my bedroom this morning completely naked as is my pre-shower habit only to find a man sleeping on my living room sofa. After walking past our sofa to get into the kitchen to make coffee and feed the cats, I realized that rhythmic snoring sound WAS ACTUALLY snoring and not some weird outdoor or cat noise. I made haste back to the bedroom in order to get a robe and to try and wake up Bob to see what in the heck was going on. Unfortunately, Bob was NOT in the mood to wake up so I gathered my clothes for the day and showered and dressed as quickly as possible lest our snoring guest wake.
Backing up a bit, Bob ended up going to the wake/viewing by himself last night since I was exhausted when I got home and not in a making small talk with strangers mood. Thankfully he was OK going by himself and I was OK with staying home and going to bed early. Before I hit the hay, Bob was home just to say he was meeting some folks at the neighborhood watering hole and would be home late. I am assuming the guy on the sofa was one of the folks from the watering hole who perchance drank too much and could not get home safely. While I am thankful that Bob was considerate enough to provide a safe place for this guy to crash, I am NOT happy about finding him asleep on our couch while dressed only in my birthday suit. A note on my dresser/clock/bed would have been nice. Sheesh!