First Person Singular by Wendy Braitman

I Conquered the Smoke Alarm

A year ago, I posted about being jolted out of bed by a piercing noise that was the dying battery of a smoke alarm. Fumbling with a flashlight, heart racing, on the top of a step ladder as my dog shuddered in the corner was an event that I never wanted to replay again. So I followed your advice, marking the date on the calendar a year out, and yesterday morning, as the sunlight streamed in, I replaced the batteries on all 3 alarms. Thanks to you, I feel safe and accomplished.