Monday, February 20, 2017

The undersigned worker arose from his afore-described slumber prematurely this morning, at 1:30 a.m. bells, occasioned by the soft, periodic chirping of an unidentified device of the electronic persuasion in distress. Could not identify the instrument of my torment. Thought it was the previously-blogged smoke detector. Approached it charily. It did not respond. Thereafter stood in every room of his abode-in-the-sky until the thing went off again trying to locate it. Without success. GOT DRESSED AND WENT OUTSIDE where he encountered his elderly English night owl neighbor in night gown. "Did you hear...?" No. Went back inside. Chirp, chirp, chirp. Now from the front door the undersigned was able to sonar-identify the room it was in and was soon master of the case. The bedroom. The nightstand right next to the undersigned's head which had just been there not long, but too long, before. The old cell phone. Which the undersigned uses as an alarm clock. Low on batteries. Case solv-ed.