At 6:00 AM, I’m usually asleep, especially on Sunday.
“Something’s beeping.” The voice was Helaine’s, next to me in bed.
As the alpha male in our family, I respond to all noises. If pirates are in the kitchen, or Martins have moved into the attic, it’s my responsibility. I also kill and dispose of all insects and other critters.
Mostly asleep, I walked over to the panel for our alarm system. I punched in the code, only to have it respond with a different beeping.
“The power’s out,” Helaine said.
The alarm was beeping because it was unhappily drawing on its battery. It’s a safety feature to keep a burglar from just snipping a few wires and walking in.
I silenced the alarm and we went back to bed. It was deadly quiet. It’s surprising just how much noise the little things around us make 24/7.
Power returned around 7:30. Truthfully, I would know of neither event had it not been for Helaine. I can pretty much sleep through anything. She specifically asked me to include the fact she needed to shake me to get up!
She needed to shake me to get up!
There wasn’t much more sleep in store for me because I had been asked to appear at a charity walk beginning at 9:30. I can’t do every one I’m asked to do, but I feel an obligation to do charity appearances.
This is a personal decision. I know some people on radio or TV who do more and others who do less.
Today it was a walk for Spinal Muscular Atrophy at Brooksvale Park in Hamden.
Don’t feel left out, I didn’t know what it was either. It’s a terrible disease that affects a few handfuls of families in Connecticut. It would affect more, but the lifespan of an SMA child is short.
SMA affects muscles throughout the body, although the proximal muscles (those closest to the trunk of one