Was woken at 3:15 this morning by a fire alarm going off. False alarm, there was no actual fire.

Somehow we all instinctively reacted as if it was a false alarm. Nobody hurried, much less panicked.

I had walked all the way through the house and up the stairs, located the alarm, walked away, come back with a chair, climbed up, taken down the alarm, and was in the process of disconnecting the battery, before Ingrid or Adrian even got out of their rooms (right next to the blaring alarm).

Hopefully it was due to good instincts – no smell of smoke, no heat – and not just laziness. Hopefully we would react differently if there was an actual fire.