Recently I have enjoyed working from home for at least half of my work day. Something about the change of environment really motivates me. While feverishly typing away today at our dining room table I heard a phone ring once, twice, three times! Not a cell phone, just your run-of-the-mill old fashion phone. I jumped to my feet and called David while nervously checking around the kitchen for the mystery phone. No luck.
It turns out that the timer on our very old oven sounds a heck of a lot like a phone. It also must be broken. Mystery solved. I'm an idiot.
