In the wee hours of the morn

Beep Beep Beep... The noise pulled me instantly out of a deep sleep.  The kind of deep sleep where you are not quite sure you actually heard something or just dreamed it.  Your brain pauses for a moment to re-acclimate and debate whether you should panic or not.  Hmmm,  worthy of panic, not worthy of panic.  We'll keep the heart on notice while we wait.  Perhaps it will do it again.

Beep Beep Beep...  Oh, yes.  Definitely heard that.  Not worthy of panic decides brain, but worthy of investigation.  I know, I'll just get up in the dark and look around at what could be making that noise.
Flashlight in hand, I checked out the bedroom, all the while I am pretty sure I should know what makes that sound.

Beep Beep Beep...  Not in the bedroom, perhaps in the living room.  I pick up my phone, my kindle, neither of them seem distressed.  Did I leave the fridge door open?  Nope.  The oven on?  No.  Since I am in the kitchen, I noted the time: 5am.  And no, it wasn't the clock either.  Must go upstairs.

Beep Beep Beep...  Got it.  My old backup phone is sitting on the computer desk panicking and out of juice.  Fine.  I can certainly fix this at 5 in the morning.  But just when I am pounding down the stairs feeling a bit grumbly about a panicking cell phone disturbing my sleep AT 5 AM!, I round the corner and see this:

Funny how something you considered an annoyance turns into a blessing.