Jane opens my door at 4:30 am to tell me the garage doorbell has gone off—a detached garage on the other side of the garden, its big door on the other side of the fence. This is a remote doorbell we have in the garage to signal one of us needs help. It had waked her up, so she hurried to see if I was in bed and not out in the garage locked out of the house at 4 am in the dark and freezing cold.

So we wonder if we have a burglar who’s hit the wrong button to open the door.
Or a stray cat with thumbs.

We consider calling the police, just to check it out. But Jane thinks it’s a malfunction. She says the front well misbehaved a few days ago and rang several times for one push.

We get the garage door opener, and open the door to see if anybody runs out. Twice. Nada.

It goes off again. It’s a cold morning, a little rime of ice. Maybe moisture’s gotten in it.

Maybe, though this doorbell unit is only a year old, we have a problem.

Maybe it needs a new battery. It is a wireless remote.

The darned thing is continuing to go off periodically. Definitely not a burglar. I think we may try a battery change.