My phone woke me last night at midnight. Only it wasn’t ringing. It talked in a bossy woman’s voice, something about resetting the time. Earlier in the evening, we’d had a momentary power outage and that provoked the phone. Sure, I noticed the blinking “CL”–whatever that means–but I didn’t think it would wake me up by speaking in a woman’s voice. But it did.
I woke with a start and flapped around, slapping all the buttons, poking around at the handset and finally settling back to sleep. Then it happened again at 3:00 a.m. . . . and I repeated my stellar performance, blindly swinging at the base before flopping back on my pillow. I spent the rest of the night in anxious suspense, waiting for the phone to demand to be reset.
I read a book (Derailed) the last couple of days. The story was fast-paced and sleazy, really, but what really bothered me was the author’s frequent use of sentence fragments. For instance, he’d end a paragraph with something like this: “Waiting for the train to pull into the station.”
I find that sort of writing so distracting. (Because I am such a famous published novelist, I can judge these things. Ha.)
Anyway, it was a quick read. I thought I’d improve my mind by reading Henry James’ “Portrait of a Lady,” but now I’m worried a little because the introductory notes are complicated and I feel like I’m a high school sophomore facing required reading.
All the same, I’m going to read on. But not tonight.
Tonight, I have muffled the phone–well, pushed a button that made the “CL” stop blinking–and hopefully, we’ll have a silent night.