Is that honking in my head or on the street? I can’t tell anymore. For the last hour someone’s car alarm has been going off (or would one say ‘going on’?), and now my head throbs with the incessant honking of that unwanted intrusion.
When I think of “horns,” happy images of ticker-tape parades come to mind, followed by the cheery, bold, gold colors of a big brass band. But the lone honking car horn in the middle of the night is neither happy nor cheery.
I awoke from a deep sleep to the horrible sound and feared it was our car, so I lept out of bed and ran to the window. I realized with a sigh of relief that it wasn’t our car. But that means I can’t fix it.
After about forty-five minutes of longing for sleep while tucked into the soft, warm covers on our sublet’s Tempur-Pedic mattress, I am now on the sofa in the living room. I looked out the window again to confirm that our car is not the one disturbing my sleep, and now I’ve already read and responded to some email. I read a few articles for meetings next week, and now I’m sharing my delirium with anyone who stumbles upon our website.
For those of you who were wondering: Yes. Mike is sleeping through this Ritcher-scale-like magnitude event. He has the gift of sleep.
And seriously, I still hear that alarm, but I don’t know if it is really going off, or simply going off in my head. This is a bit disturbing.