INSOMNIA

Sometime in the wee hours of the morning a sound woke me from my light slumber.  As I pushed my way through the fog of sleep I tried to identify the sound, but other than the occasional chirp of a cricket outside the window, it was silent.

Except for the steadily increasing buzz of a chainsaw caught in Dickidoo's nasal cavity, and the occasional chirping of a couple of crickets, it was silent.  Except for the moan of the wind being sucked through the house by the swamp cooler... and the mega-chainsaw up Dickidoo's nose, and the incessant shrieking of a swarm of crickets outside the window it was silent.

BEEP!

Every three minutes something somewhere in the dark of the room broke through all of the noise with a pitch as soothing as fingernails on a blackboard pierced my eardrums.  At some point in time the birds began to wake, their sleep disturbed no doubt by the racket coming from within my bedroom.

Finally, sometime shortly after 8am what ever was beeping finally beeped its last beep and went completely dead but by that time the birds were in full harmony, the squirrels clucked at the barking dogs, car alarms greeted each other, and a neighbor, inspired by the sound of Dickidoo's chainsaw, began to mow the lawn.

Oh well, who needs sleep anyhow?