It sounds like a football club in the UK, this. It’s a story about what my not-quite-asleep mind came up with several nights ago.

Sleep is not my friend. It hasn’t been for almost 15 years. It’s mainly stress. Blah blah blah.

The nights are warm enough that we decided to use the air conditioning this summer. Part of the beauty of the Pacific Northwest in the USA is cooler summers. I can’t live anywhere else.

Back to the air conditioning. The first night I turned it on, as I was drifting off, I head a choir. Was it music from outside? Is the window open? My mind, right before I fall asleep, conjures up the most incredible stories, and images (sometimes scary). Was tonight more of the same? Or am I hearing things?

I decided I was hearing angels. Of course. Go straight to the most likely possibility, sweetheart. You turn the AC on, and angels start to sing. What are the chances?

In the end, it wasn’t. The AC did not produce a choir of angels. It did, however, and I’m quite clear on this, make a nose that sounded like distant singing. I liked it. So, friends, not angels, but something shows up when I turn on our AC and I’m just going with it. Maybe there’s something loose inside? Whatever it is, the vibration/set up/pure coincidence, I now love using this particular air conditioner.

That’s it. It makes me happy, this noise coming from the AC, whatever it is, it’s a welcome addition to my bedtime routine.