I went for a drive at 3:30am this morning, followed by a leisurely walk around the tranquil streets of San Francisco. Of course, I would have much rather been enjoying the deep sleep I had been in minutes before.
For the second day in a row I was awoken in the wee hours of the morning. This time, however, the Furry Alarm Clock, tucked snuggly away in the sideroom with her brother, was not the culprit. Rather, it was the piercing honk of the Scoobie’s alarm.
Jen and I live in a “garden” (ground-floor) apartment and my car was parked in the spot directly outside the building. Our bedroom is at the back of the apartment and the lobby separates our front door from the street. Still, the doors aren’t very sound-proof and my alarm is loud. In the quiet of the night, it’s especially loud. I had been in a really deep sleep. I woke with a jolt and ran outside to turn off the alarm.
This has happened once before, but it didn’t wake us up that time. There seems to be something fishy about this one spot right outside our building that makes my alarm extra-sensitive to being tripped. And I have no clue what it is. I’ve had the car parked in that spot during the day many times — buses going by and all — and haven’t been able to figure out what it is.
Perhaps it’s the night bus, breaking the otherwise stillness of the night. Or maybe there’s something different about the bus that travels at night. The N train that runs through our neighborhood stops around midnight and becomes a bus that passes our place. That bus doesn’t travel during the day. Perhaps that’s it.
There was nothing wrong with my car — no apparent forced entry or the like. I just can’t figure out what sets off the alarm.
Oh yes, that leisurely drive was to move my car down the street so the alarm wouldn’t continue to wake me up during the next few hours of precious sleep.