Aww, crap. I may be imagining it, but I think one of my smoke alarms just started beeping — the “My battery is almost dead” beep.
First thought: Aw, crap.
Second thought: I don’t want to have to drag the ladder inside and climb up to get to it.
Third thought: I hope I have the right kind of battery in the drawer.
Fourth thought: Doh, if I don’t have the right battery, I’m screwed. FedEx is due today with the new computer vid card and I’ll have to sign for it, so can’t leave.
Fifth thought: I hope that’s not the alarm on the raised ceiling that I can’t reach.
Sixth thought: Could be worse. Could have started in the middle of the night.
Seventh thought: Blogging sure is easier than getting up and fixing the damn beep, but the longer I wait, the more frustrated I’m going to get.
And I’ve already got a headache.
20 minutes later: Crisis contained. Disaster averted. It was in the bedroom, but I did have a battery.