A bip. Not a beep.
Part way through the night, the wind picked up and the rain showers started. Along with that, the two dogs did a “change positions” in the foot-of-the-bed ballet, and a low rumble from the passing ferry boat assured that I was no longer asleep. Time for one more noise. A bip. Not a beep, but something more pernicious.
The basement renos during daylight had added two more smoke detectors in the basement. One was wonderful. The other? In need of a fresh battery. I refuse to pull out the step ladder and search for a 9V battery when I should be asleep. It can wait. And it did, although the one bip per two seconds assured my remembering the cause and effect. Yes, I sleep more soundly when I’m protected. No, I don’t, when the alarm is on “get up and fix me” mode.
On my social media feed, a lovely little air by a trio (harp, violin and guitar). The name didn’t ring any bells, but I wanted to know more. Turns out there’s some local talent involved. One of the players has a parent in provincial politics. Now I have two reasons to remember the name.
People have difficulty with new rules. In general. In ON, a couple was interrupted by the police as they played “Pokemon Go” in a parking lot. Apart from the new rule that says no unnecessary travel (stay-at-home), life would have been fine. Now, they’ll add a ticket for $880 to their collection of imaginary creatures. I know, sometimes you just have to go and play, like a kid.
