The time is 4:37 AM. It's still dark outside and I'm up for the day. I almost got three hours of sleep. Maybe tomorrow night I'll shoot for four. The dreaded "Blocked Call/Private" was ringing at 3:25 AM. By the time I woke up, scrambled out of bed and ran across the house to the nearest phone they had hung up but I knew it was the alarm company. I woke up DH again and he wanted to drive streight out to his mom's but I said no, I'll call The Favoured One. His phone rings twice before the answering machine picks up so I'll just keep calling until he answers the phone. Well, he picked up on the third ring of my first call. I told him I think the alarm company phoned but I didn't get to the phone in time. He groggily said they hadn't phoned him, thanked me and said he'd head right over to his mom's and we hung up. On the way down the hall to our bedroom and without the aid of coffee I started to think. DH's office has an alarm. No, his office hasn't been broken into for over a year. The phone call had to have been about his mother. Oh well, nothing we can do. DH and I went back to bed and at 3:55 AM the phone started ringing again. DH beat me to it and it wasn't the alarm company. It was the police. They were down at his office where there had been a break in. Oopsies! My apologies to TFO. I feel bad.....so bad. Ya, I'm bad. Anyway, DH is back home and sound asleep and here I sit, wide awake. I guess I can look at it as extra knitting time.