The first afternoon I sat with my laptop, beginning to list
all the things I wanted to pray about. I got up for a drink of water, and
suddenly I heard a “beeping” sound. It seemed to be coming from the bathroom,
but it stopped when I went to investigate.
I turned around and heard it again. Beep, beep, beep. Maybe it was the smoke detector, I thought. I walked
back into the bedroom—more beeping. But when I stood in the center of the room,
nothing. I started to sit down on the couch, and beep, beep, beep.
Maybe it was coming from the room next door. I listened at
the wall, resisting the urge to put a glass to my ear like they do in the
movies. Wouldn’t want to get carried away. But no, the neighbors were quiet.
Honestly, this is the kind of thing that drives me nuts. I
am overly sensitive to noise, and have been known to hunt down crickets at
night because they were cricking under my window.
