Fog Horn

Except for those few times each year that I catch an early ferry off the island, it's been decades since I've used an alarm clock. I guess this is one advantage of owning my own business (which, even in the busy season, doesn't open before 9 am), and always having lived within a 5 minute (or less) walking distance to my gallery. But maybe the biggest reason is that we O'cockers operate in a low-pressure, laid-back, "island state of mind" kind of way.

I'll never be caught in a traffic jam on my way to work. I never fret about what clothes I'll wear to work (one t-shirt is as good as the next). It really doesn't even matter if I don't have time to put shoes on.

But this morning I was awakened by an alarm clock of sorts. The Cedar Island ferry was sounding its fog horn every minute as it made its way out of the harbor and across the sound. I lay in bed and listened until the last low blast faded into the fog.

Not a bad way to wake up. I guess I'll go make some breakfast.