~ This morning I accidentally hit the “snooze” button instead of the “off” button on my alarm before reluctantly crawling out of bed and getting into the shower. The bed was a warm cocoon and getting naked in the frosty cold seems unappealing. When I emerged from the second warm cocoon of the shower, I found my alarm blaring. My alarms get progressively louder until the speaker is about half a decibel from being blown. And then doesn’t shut itself off no matter how long its been going. It’s not so much an insistent electronic buzz at this point but a harsh pulsing entity that gives of sonic rays almost visible to the human eye. I turned it off and hoped that it didn’t bother Helen and Steve. I didn’t think about it again until I got home and it turned out Helen had left an angry message this morning while I was in the shower. “It seems you’re sleeping through your alarm. WAKE UP JAKE AND TURN YOUR ALARM OFF!” She may not have been so much angry as extremely tired. Tired enough not to make the logical observation that if I could hear the phone ring, I would probably be aware my alarm was in agony. Though if I was doing it on purpose, I imagine anger would have been justified. Oops.