A good old dose of Morning

Last night I slept with Kim, so, if you know my household layout you would know I was downstairs. Anyway, as I was walking upstairs I heard the garage door open and close, wondering who was up so early I opened it and looked in (or out I'm not sure which in this case!).
And this is how conversations go when you are too tired to realize what you are saying.
(Door opens, I look in, my Dad looks at me)
Dad: Hey Beek.
Me: (In raspy morning voice with eyes squinted due to glasses being held in hand instead of on face) Hi, what are you doing here?
Dad: What do you mean what am I doing here?! I live here!
Me: What... No! I mean what are you doing up?
Dad: Well that’s what people do in the morning. I had some stuff to do.
Me: (Still tired, kind of confused now) Never mind...
(Shut the door and continue upstairs)

This is why, if I ever see you in the morning, or very shortly after I slept, I will only say Hi or if you’re lucky, Good Morning, and I will stop there. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those people who "Aren't Morning People" I just need a couple of minutes to catch up to what I missed while I was sleeping.