It ain't funny now...

...but I'll laugh at this some point.

I finished packing the upstairs late last night. Everything there is packed away except for the sheets and towels I'm using, and stuff in the bathroom. I even packed away the digital clock sitting on my dresser.

Got to bed after Midnight last night. I rolled over sometime while it was still dark this morning, and thought I'd heard a faint electrical buzz. Figured it wasn't anything important, and it'd go away when I went back to sleep.

Only thing was, it didn't go away.

I finally had to get up. Checked my cell phone's time, showing it was about 10 to 6, and I knew exactly what it was.

Somehow, while packing, my clock's alarm switch got turned "on". Mind you, I never use that alarm...I'm one of those bastards who can wake up on their own when it's time...

But, you ask, how can a clock, unplugged, packed away in a box under a blanket and a pullover, make noise?

Bless and curse the maker of the battery backup for this one. Sigh...

Tried to go back to bed, but couldn't. This is gonna be a long day, methinks...

P.S. Oh, and Julie? The mantle clock, the piece of furniture I own that you love most of all, stopped at the exact moment I got up. Guess what's getting packed today.