OK, so I'm a few hours into an unexpected, and oh so needed staycay, glad for my large mug of coffee, cruising the net, reflecting on last night's comment on one of the essays in _The Fire Alarm Is Not Your Dinner Bell_, when BOOM!, off goes the building fire alarm.
Oh drat, I sort of thought.
Find shoes. Refill coffee. Get a sweater. Generally cooling my heels to let the first wave of humanity pass on the stairs. Besides, if it's a real fire, I can walk out on them.
So...the though...I am so full of it...let's make a quick vid. And so I did. In doing so, the fire alarm stopped, followed by the message telling me it was just a test.
I hate making memories.