Shouted Conversations

We got home exhausted after a noisy red-eye flight and a circuitous cab-ride home and decided to take a quick snooze before beginning the work day. We tore off the clothes we'd been wearing for the previous 24 hours and collapsed on the bed in a pile of blankets and cats.

Several minutes later we hear keys in the lock and our apartment door opens. "Hello?" we yell out, our near-nakedness stopping us from rushing to the kitchen. It's our upstairs neighbor, Matt, coming by to feed the cats. He didn't realize we were back today.

This discovery is followed by a longer-than-appropriate conversation shouted between rooms about the cats and our flight and the music-rehearsal that will be taking place upstairs later today.

Matt left and we fell back asleep.