Too Plugged In??

We've all heard lately how we're too tuned in to the electronics in our lives. The cell phones, the computers, the laptops, the iPads, etc., etc. There's always something demanding our attention. Well, last night I got a real lesson in just how far I've slipped down that slope. This is an absolutely true story.

Last night around 10:00 p.m., I climbed into my bed. I was exhausted and I was really looking forward to just melting into my tempurpedic mattress (Ask me!) and falling blissfully asleep. My head hit the pillow and I glanced up at the window. Big mistake! There was a green flashing light reflecting in my bedroom window. It was right over my head. On----off----on----off.

All right, what electronic did I have in the bedroom that was causing this reflection? Surely, it was my smart phone. Darned thing! I've had it for a couple of months now and only figured out how to answer calls on it this week. That must be it. I jumped out of bed and grabbed it off the table. Hmmm. Not the smart phone. It was completely dark. No flashing lights anywhere. OK, OK, my Kindle. I was recharging it. I picked it up, turned it every direction. No flashing light. I looked back over at the window: On----off----on----off.

The TV? Nope. The projection alarm clock? No. The satellite box? The DVD player? The iPad? No, No, and no!!! Now this was really starting to get to me. Again, I looked at the window. And now the flashing was faster. On-off-on-off-on-off. Obviously, whatever this thing was needed immediate attention. I frantically looked around the room. Nothing.

All right then--it HAD to be my car. It's parked right under the bedroom. Something in or on the car must be flashing and reflecting that light. It was raining out, so I plastered my face right against the window to see down to the car.

Good Lord! Did that light just move? Yes, it did!! It's moving. It's going higher up the window. Dear Jesus, help me. Either I'm hallucinating or else some electronic device in my home has just become sentient and is making its way to me to get help.

OK, I can hear you laughing at me. It's all right. But how many of you have figured it out yet? Another scan of the bedroom yielded nothing that seemed to be moving. It must be something outside. This time, I pushed my face right up to the light in the window, hoping maybe I could track back the light source sort of the way they do in CSI.

That's when the light looked back. Having found refuge on my window from the rain storm and with his little belly against the glass, there he was. On--off--on--off. Good night, lightening bug! What can I say? I laughed myself to sleep last night.