Better than a swift kick to the head, I suppose

At 4:44 AM this morning, while I was deeply involved in a dream, our smoke detector beeped five times. Needless to say, I was out of bed in a heartbeat, ready to find the smoke source or evacuate the house as appropriate.

But it stopped beeping after five beeps.

That’s it.

Nothing else.

We searched around, sniffing, to make sure there wasn’t any smoke in the house. Andrew took the battery out to see if it still had charge (it did). We wondered if it could have been the CO detector responding to a power-glitch, but then I remembered that it just chirps once when that happens. Andrew popped open the attic, just to be sure. But then there was nothing else to do but lay back down for 45 minutes until the alarm went off. Of course neither of us actually slept….

Oh, and I wrenched my neck in the whole ordeal. It’s been bothering me all morning now.

Still…better than a swift kick to the head.