First Crazy of the Day and Its Only Five AM

I woke up at 0330 this morning because an alarm went off. I laid in bed for a few minutes trying to figure out what alarm it was. Two nights ago it was the alarm to our sewer system. I could have been dreaming about work. At my job people live and die by alarms. Literally. I wondered if dream work could be billed at time and a half.

I got up and did a house check under the annoyed stare of the cat who was resting on the back of the couch. I got a drink of water; further annoyed the cat by sitting on the couch and petting him then went back to bed where I laid awake wondering if I had just set the alarm incorrectly at bedtime.

The easy fix would have been to take the alarm into the bathroom and double check it.

I scoff at easy.

Instead I pondered the possibilities of mis-set alarms and the probability that the alarm that woke me had just been in my head. I pondered this until my husband's actual alarm woke me up at 0500 at which time I reported this mystery to my husband. His reply?

"Wow. All that crazy going on right next to me and I slept right through it."

I gave him the finger. In my head.