This morning, our first-floor smoke alarm started chirping.
Mrs. AOW can't reach it to replace the battery. The one neighbor who used to help us out with these things has moved away.
She phoned her cousin-in-law, but he won't be able to get here for hours.
I guess I'll be sleeping on my one good ear so that I can't hear the damn thing making racket. If I sleep on my one good ear and snore like crazy, I'll be able to get some rest. I need some rest! PT wore me out yesterday.