He got back to the house by 7:00 am. So very early in the morning. Geez… I was hoping to at least have the morning to myself.
After arriving, I heard him take a phone call in the bathroom, then he came back into the living room, crashed onto the futon, and went right to sleep.
I went back to sleep, got up at 9:30, and slipped out of the house at 10:00. He was still sleeping. So I didn’t have to talk to him yet. Whew! I just wasn’t ready.