A Moment of Small Delight

So everything has been weighty and existentialist around here the last while. But cast that aside for a second, 'cause I got out of an opening shift this week, and not by my own doing either! Opens are not, shall we say, my forte. I set four alarms to wake up. Two on the clock radio, one on my watch, one on my cell phone.

My cellphone alarm's default tone has got to be the weirdest thing I've heard. It's like a robotic dog wimpering. I was expecting some kind of ringing sound or something. But no, I hear this robot wimper every morning that I open. On top of this, usually the radio is going too. So I have an announcer reading the news with this wimper in the background.

But not this Thursday!