Almost asleep, nearly out. Vaguely thought that I heard a cell phone cry that its battery was dying. Decided to ignore it. J asked me what that sound was. Groggy and one eye still shut, I went to find it. I thought it was in the dining room. No. It refused to make another noise so I decided call and see if it was more awake than I was.
There was a faint sound of music from behind me. The phone, safely in my handbag, and next to my side of the bed, mocked me by going silent. I had, however, echo-located it. By now, both eyes open, vertical and moving, I was extremely awake.
Next time, that little silver baby can just cry . . .