Something in my apartment is beeping every five-ten minutes.
I don’t know what it is.
It’s not the smoke alarm/CO detector, so I’m not going to die.
Every time I stand up to go find out what it is, the sounds seems to shift to a different part of the room.
It’s kind of driving me a little nuts. But I’ve definitely been too lazy to commit to finding out what it is.
There’s a metaphor here somewhere.
I think I found the beeping. It took me all night for the beeping to start bothering me, almost two hours after it started bothering me to do anything about it, and the actual problem was a tiny thing that I solved by accident.