Rude Awakening

But so effective.

I wasn’t planning on posting anything because I’m working on something that’s been slow to hatch, but less than an hour ago I woke to the sound of Charlie the dog retching. He was in the hallway outside our bedroom, home to my grandmother’s oriental rug, so I was up like a shot. I came very close to going outside wearing nothing but a very short tee shirt but happily for the neighbors and any passersby I’d left my shorts on the floor and put them on. I got Charlie outside, where he finished vomiting and threw in a pee and a poop for good measure.

That’s when I came up with a great idea for an alarm clock. (note to self: see if alarm clocks still exist). Anyway, Charlie wasn’t overly loud, but the sound of retching can wake me from the deepest slumber. Sam slept through it, which makes me think it might not work for men, but I haven’t been so swift to rise to full panicked consciousness since the days I would be awakened by the sound of one of the kids throwing up, sometimes on the floor by my bed, and on a few occasions, directly on me.

The yakking sound causes a spike in blood pressure, or raises cortisol levels, which may make it unhealthy for the wakee, but it has never been an alarm up to now, only the real thing. I think the relief of realizing no actual puke is involved would flood the roused sleeper with relief and a sense of well-being that could last for hours.

I’ve got some details to work out, but it’s early, and I haven’t finished my coffee. But I’m still shaking, which makes me think I’m onto something. Interested investors, you know where to reach me.