I've been up, and back to bed, and up again, and back to bed again, since four-thirty this morning. (That's one-thirty HHWDST (Haines His Way Daylight Savings Time).)
This is not because I wanted to be up/back/up/back. Our smoke alarm has decided to act up.
I was in the middle of a very enjoyable dream, the details of which are now obliterated, when this shreeking BLEEEEP kept repeating in the middle of the night. Der Brucer, whom I had to nudge awake (he can sleep through anything, and is mentioned in Guiness' in a footnote), told me to turn on the stove hood's fan and open the back door. That worked for a while, but presently the BLEEEEPING started again. There was no evidence of any fire, or anything that could have set off the alarm. It's just too dang sensitive. If we showed it those pics of Pogue half naked on stage, it would BLEEEEP.
I've somehow had enough sleep for the night, and should do OK at work, but it is still very frustrating.