Snowy Sunday Sleeping Arrangements

This past Sunday afternoon, as the snow flew outside, Birdie napped and Ted, on the sofa, had dozed off, too.  Julie was reading on the other end of the sofa.  Joe was pattering about taping a plastic Target bag to the table, cutting scraps of paper up, putting some of said scraps in to said Target bag, hauling the sofa cushions against one would rest his or her back (stripped off in a fit of discomfort by a crowded Julie) about.  He asked Julie if he could do something she can no longer remember, but she does remember saying he could not right at that moment.  He hauled himself off under the dining room table, curled up on top of a sofa cushion, and was out like a light.