It's the Ballytimes Day

It's Sunday morning as I write this but I know it will post tomorrow so happy Valentine's day... today.  You know.

I haven't slept well in too many days for comfort and last night (Saturday night) was no exception.  And this morning (Sunday morning) I would possibly be ok with murder, but not actual murder just the "you owe me and I'm so mad" kind... 

See, back in the day (meaning, before Telus forced me from copper wires to fiber whatever) my land line (phone) synced with the door entry system of my building.  Meaning if someone buzzed at the door it rang on my phone.

Over the years there have been unexpected buzzes and if they happen when I'm asleep I was always able to roll over, grab the phone next to my bed and answer (always getting an apology for the mistake... especially in the middle of the night.)

So last night, I was dead asleep when I heard ringing.  Not LOUD ringing, but ringing.  It woke me up.

My brain half realized it was the door buzzer noise (it's a double buzz/ring rather than the regular phone ring) and so I grabbed the phone next to my bed.  But it wasn't making any noise.  So I got up out of bed, adrenaline flowing, heart thumping.  I walked to the living room where my other phone is.  It also wasn't ringing.  I grabbed it anyway.  Looked at it.  Wasn't making noise.  WHAT WAS HAPPENING?

I turned on the kitchen lights, I looked at my cell phone, no one had texted.  My phones weren't ringing but there was someone buzzing me!  

And then I remembered that when they switched out the phone system I had to plug an old corded land line phone into the wall near my door.  And so I looked at that phone but the buzzing had stopped.  I'd taken long enough that the system had timed out or the person had given up.

But then I was wired and stressed and didn't have the functional brain power to figure out what to do.

I looked at my cell again... I looked at my phones.  No one was calling or texting so it probably wasn't a friend emergency?  But then WHAT WAS IT?

It was one in the morning.  A.M.  You know, SLEEP TIME.

I stood in the middle of my kitchen for a few and figured I should really really try to go back to sleep.

So I went back to my bed.  But my system was completely keyed up and so EVERY damn noise had me on high reactive alert.  Was someone trying to break in to our building?  Was someone in trouble?  Was my neighbour-friend locked out?  Nothing good ever comes from a mistaken-surprise middle of the night buzz... nothing.  (It has most commonly been a friend of a neighbour but still...)

Also, our door buzzer shows our apartment numbers so I kept thinking if the person was bad-intentioned they'd think that the place they just buzzed had no one home and maybe they'd try to break in and so then my brain wanted to figure out what I should do... would I have time to call 911?  Do I have a weapon for defence?  My brain even thought I should go get a kitchen knife and put it under my pillow.  I vetoed that.

I tried to calm myself down and fall back to sleep but I kept hearing things.  Was that my upstairs neighbour yelling?  *HIGH ALERT*.... was that a police radio in the hallway?  *HIGH ALERT*  My system was convinced I was in major danger.  I just wanted to sleep.  So... I don't know what happened last night or why someone buzzed my apartment, but it messed up another night's sleep and this (Sunday) morning I feel like miserable death.  Even though it's a delightfully beautiful day out.  I want to punch a wall.  Or at least glare at whoever buzzed me.  Like a really mean eyebrows down glare.  That'll show them!

Sigh.

Here's hoping for a solid night's sleep so that when this posts I'll be in a much happier mood... even for a Monday.  Happy heart day!

Edited to add:  It's Sunday evening now, I feel far more human and normal and so happy Monday and stuff!