Alrighty. I'm about to embark on a mission that I neither have time for, nor does it probably really matter. But. If you are anyone even remotely close to me, you know that I have an inveterate "figure it out" personality. Especially when the issue at hand just might drive me insane.
There is a beep in my house. A BEEP. Not a continuous beep, just one beep. One beep every 10-15 minutes or so. Like Chinese water torture. It's not loud - in fact, it's low enough that no one can find its origin.
It sounds like when our electricity has gone off and the house alarm begins to tell us that it's on back-up battery. But we had our alarm disconnected last spring.
Here's what I know:
It started a week or so ago.
Every time you hear it, no matter where you are in the house, it sounds like it's coming from somewhere else - you never feel near it.
It is not a smoke detector battery. They are hard-wired. Plus when you stand next to any of them, the beep is coming from somewhere ELSE!
It is not happening at the same interval. I decided this morning that I would time it. First 15 minutes apart, then 5 minutes, then 20 minutes. Oh Lord, help me.
I can already tell that this is going to waste a whole dang bunch of my time and energy. But who in their right mind could let this go? Joel says he thinks it's a warning that something is wrong. Well, that's helpful. Thank you, Dr. Doomsday. When the beeps get to be a minute apart, we'll all retire to the bomb shelter under the garage.
Sean doesn't care (are we surprised?). He just enjoys watching me slowly lose my mind. Again. Over something insignificant.
So that's where I stand on this beautiful Monday morning.