I kept hearing something downstairs. Like something or someone was moving around down there.
I mentally assessed what would happen if it were like the last time. But I knew that I set the alarm before I went to bed. And locked the steel part of the doggie door. So it couldn't be.
But I kept hearing the noises. I was too tired, or perhaps just too scared, to do anything more than check to be sure it wasn't TheDog, as she was asleep at the foot of my bed, and grab the tazer out of my bedside table.
Yes, I now sleep with a tazer next to my bed. And no, I don't want someone to ever get close enough that I need to use it, but it sure helps me to sleep when I imagine someone walking around in my own house. Uninvited.
After trying for many hours, I finally fell asleep.
This morning, I double-checked, and the alarm was indeed on. Doggie door locked. And nothing seemed to be amiss.
When I was getting ready to leave, I could not find my keys anywhere. So, I disarmed the alarm, and checked the front door. Which I had apparently left unlocked. Not that that mattered, because I had, indeed, left the keys in the door.
Maybe I should be a little less concerned with strangers coming through doggie doors and setting off my alarm in the middle of the night. And more concerned with someone walking right through the front door. Not only because I forgot to lock it, but because I invited the neighborhood with my keys swinging in the lock.