This morning, at around 2:30, the fire alarm in the hallway outside my front door went off. So I stumbled from bed, pulled on a pair of jeans, my jacket, and sneakers, and I wandered outside to see what was up. Apparently so had my neighbors, and the fire trucks flashing their red lights in our parking lot pretty much confirmed that this wasn’t just a glitch within the alarm system. No, apparently someone on the second floor had decided to cook something and had then gone to sleep with the oven still on. I saw no hooks or ladders or hoses, though, so there couldn’t have been much of a fire. We were let back inside within about twenty minutes. As I stumbled back into bed, I found myself thinking, “well, at least it’s something to write about on my weblog.”