I got a phone call at 2:11 a.m. When I heard it, I looked to Jed, who was as shocked as I was, and then ran for it before the kids woke up (not easy in my current whalish state). My immediate thought was that someone in the ward needed something--as has happened before a few times. But I couldn't come up with that many emergencies that I could help with at 2:00 a.m. Who was calling, and more importantly, why?
My caller ID said "City of Orem". Oh, someone must be in the Orem hospital.
I answered, "Hello?" On the other end, a familiar voice: "This is the Orem public library with a message for...(pause) Jed Wells. To continue, press 1."
"You've got to be kidding me." I answered back, and placed the phone back on the receiver.
"Orem Public Library with a message for you." I told Jed as I climbed back into bed. "I've been wondering when they were going to write about the things I still have of theirs." Jed responded, half asleep and quite comfortable in the warm bed.
Lesson learned: Sometimes a library fine isn't the only punishment you receive for turning items in late.
Darn you Orem.