I got ready for work, all the while feeling
I slunk downstairs. And immediately apologized.
He said, "For what?"
I was confused. It wasn't my snoring? Then what was it?
"You didn't smell the woodstove? It was smoking really bad. It woke me up out of a sound sleep! I slept on the couch so I could keep an eye on it all night."
So not only did he sacrifice a night's sleep to keep his family safe, I also found this waiting for me: