It’s snowing outside. We are supposed to get a big~ish snow storm starting late tonight and running through the whole day tomorrow. They are predicting about a foot.
Yippee.
I hate snow. I hate winter. I hate them with the fiery passion of 100 burning suns. You see the irony, right?
A little less than six hours of sleep two nights ago. A little less than five hours of sleep last night.
It is catching up to me. Yikes, friends and neighbors.
I cleaned all of the pieces of my CPAP machine today in the hopes of karmically getting myself some good sleep tonight. Yes, that use of the word “karmically” doesn’t make any sense. It doesn’t apply to this situation at all. I used it ironically to point out how mentally exhausted I am. It’s the English Language, boys and girls. It’s like jazz, you can use the rules of the language to justify and legitimize all sorts of mistakes. Dig that crazy sound, man.
What the heck was I talking about before I stopped making sense? Huh… I should really give Talking Heads another look one of these days. If Adrien Belew liked them then maybe my 80’s ambivalence was misdirected.
Does any of this make sense? I don’t know if I got this point across or not, but I am really tired.
This morning one of our smoke detectors gave us the “please change my battery, you friggin’ savage” alarm. I went through the maze of alarm locations in the house trying to figure out which one was yelling at us. I found it in the mud room. They are kinda a pain to take off the ceiling but I got it down. They are kinda a pain to open up but I got it open. They are kinda a pain to pop out the batteries but I got them out. They are kinda a pain to re-hang on the ceiling but I got it back up.
I made the mistake of pressing the test button. When you do that it doesn’t just test the one you’re holding in your hand, it tests every single alarm in the house. The noise is overwhelming, which is good when there’s a fire but really painful when you just woke up.
None of this is the actual story though.
When the shockingly loud, house-wide test was complete and the smoke detector was hung on the ceiling again……….
…………the smoke detector in Harry’s room started giving the “please change my battery, you friggin’ savage” alarm.
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