LIVING LIFE

At three o’clock in the morning, I was awakened up by a chirping sound. I knew that no self-respecting bird would be up at that hour, and that the smoke alarm batteries had all been replaced recently. Being as I was hiding under the covers while trying to figure out where the rhythmical high pitch sound was coming from, the words “not happy” would be an epic understatement.

After stumbling around in the dark for what seemed like forever, I finally located the source. As it turned out, my husband had placed his brand new hearing aids on his nightstand in a small box. It was a logical idea, since the location kept them from falling onto the floor and possibly becoming the most expensive chew toys ever for our dog. The good news was that since my husband cannot hear high frequency sounds (hence the hearing aids), his sleep was undisturbed. The bad news was that playing hide and seek in the middle of the night was not on my agenda.

At least I now know that my hearing is still very good, since it is clear that I can discern high pitch sounds emanating from the inside of boxes. It turns out that the hearing aids began chirping because they were running out of power. I can definitely identify with that problem.

I need a nap.

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