I walked in the door at around 2:00 this afternoon. I gave three hours worth of lectures with very little sleep. Last minute paper grading had kept me up until very late the night before. I was downstairs putting the breakfast bowls in the dishwasher, when I heard a sound from upstairs. I stopped everything and listened again. I was about two seconds away from running out of the house and calling the cops, when I realized that the noise upstairs was coming from someone puking. Steve had come home from work with a stomach bug. He just missed a full body search from the thugs on the local police force.