Natural assumption

My bishop asked me on Monday or Tuesday if we could meet sometime this week, but our schedules haven't yet aligned. He lives across the street, my office faces onto our front yard (there is no curtain on the window), and we're well into the wee hours of Sunday morning as I type. I wonder if he's over there wondering whether I'm up looking at porn, and I wonder whether the truth would make him more or less concerned than if I were.