Censor beep!

My blogging has slowed down a fair bit. I feel bad. I know there are people who check in on me and I wish I had something new to tell them. There is a story I really really want to tell, but I don't think I should. Not yet. But do me a favour and think nice, warm fuzzy thoughts for me. The pay off is that hopefully I'll get to tell you a really great story.

This is not at all related to the really great story, but it is a story nevertheless. Last night I woke up and I heard a noise. It was a beep. My first thought was, did the power go out and microwave beeped when it came back on? No, if the power went off I would've heard my stereo shuffle through the CDs. A few minutes passed and I heard the beep again. My next thought was, it must be my cell phone dying. Knowing it would continue to beep intermittently throughout its long and insufferable death, I decided to get up and plug it in. Now, I am a morning person, but I am not a 3:30-in-the-morning person. If I have to get up in the middle of the night I have all the stability of a Main Street drunk. So I stumbled into the kitchen, tried to remember which bag I had left the phone in, found it, plugged it in, and went back to bed.

"Beep!"

Evidently, the phone was not the problem.

My next deduction was that one of the smoke detectors was dying and I'd have to go pull the batteries out. The beep didn't sound close so I'd have to go to the basement. I took the stairs slowly but still managed to miss the last one and bounced into the wall.

I certainly did not want to turn on a light. Fortunately, there was enough coming from the windows that I found my way. I stood under the detector and waited for the beep of confirmation. While waiting, I noticed the light casted a shadow on the wall from the water meter that looked like a four foot tall Incredible Hulk. Weird.

"Beep!"

The beep was not coming from the smoke detector, it was definitely from upstairs! Back up I went to stand under the detector in the hall. I really was hoping it would not be the source, because it would require the use of a ladder and I just couldn't see that going well.

"Beep!", then, "Electronic Chime!" It was my cell phone after all! I didn't plug it in right the first time. Awesome. The mystery solved, I went back to bed and dreamed of four foot tall green men chasing and beeping at me. I don't think I should get the nachos at Carlos and Murphy's again for a while.