I am sitting at my desk in my morning robe with my coffee. Checking email and blog and glancing now and then at the GIANT stack of paper that is Daniel's newly printed third draft. Even at a reduced font the thing is almost a ream of paper. This is the first time we actually printed it, as we have been reading the digital version for proofing and edits. Ten pages to go and the printer ran out of paper. It is flashing a little green light that say so.
Then I notice a beeping sound in time with the light. That is weird. It never beeped before.
Daniel's new alarm is going of in the other room.
As I sit here getting annoyed at the repeated beep, beep, beep, beep, I also consider the fact that this is a test run for my final replacement, (for one part of my mommy job). Yes of course he has been waking up on his own for a while now, but there was always a back up...
beep, beep, beep, beep.
I can't go in and wake him up, it has to be his trusty alarm. Come monday when his classes start that will be what gets him out of bed (yes I will have to resist the urge to phone him). Now I am resisting the urge to go in and wake him, if not for my own sanity to stop the...
beep, beep, beep, beep.
How can he keep sleeping through that?
beep, beep, beep, beep.
What if this new clock doesn't work? What if he has to depend on his roomates to wake him...
beep, beep, beep, beep, still coming from his room, then a rustling, then...
click.
Thank god for small miracles.
You may recall that my brother is deaf. For all practical purposes, anyway - he has some hearing in low frequencies, and gets by with huge amplification and reading lips. Plus, he's a very sound sleeper, even now.
You should have heard the alarm clock he took to college.
If you had lived on his hall at Delaware, you would have heard it. He didn't, always, but someone would, and come KICK the cinderblock wall beside his door - where the head of his bed was - until he woke up.
i have been printing it off in 50 pages at a time - it's quite the tome!