On Fridays I don't have class until the afternoon, so this morning I slept in. It was lovely and luxurious until 8:30, when the doorbell rang. I didn't hear anyone else moving in the house, so I dragged myself out of bed and toddled sleepily to the door. The guy there was looking for a house on the street behind the one I live in, and he was confused because it's only a half-block — that is, every other house faces the same way mine does, and the other houses face the other direction. So I tried to explain, and I'm not sure I did it very well, but at least I convinced him to go away.
A couple of hours later, having gone back to bed and gotten up again, I heard thumping steps going up on the back porch stairs and across the porch, then knocking on the back door of the kitchen. I got up and peeked through the kitchen to the door and saw yet another guy standing there. I don't know what he wanted, because I didn't open the door. I was still in my nightgown, and what was he doing at the back door anyway? He went down the stairs and knocked on the back door of the basement, then came back up and knocked on the kitchen again. I have no clue whether he was looking for the same house as the other guy (maybe he thought that if he tried the other side, he'd get a different result?), but it was disturbing.
Maybe I'm just paranoid, and I probably shouldn't avoid people just because I don't know what they're doing, but I'd rather be safe than sorry.