Yup. We had another nighttime visit from the local constabulary. This time it was close to 11:00 at night, not quite the witching hour.
A very tall, very thin, very young patrolman was sent to check out another 911 call from our house. It seems to be coming from our son's phone line, the fax line that is connected to the dying computer. We have no idea how this is happening, but it seems tied to the repair work done on other lines to the house. It almost has the feeling of an "I, Robot" scene, where technology is developing a life of its own. Second Son wondered if the computer was calling for help in its death throes.
Our young visitor commented that it was scary driving up our driveway at night. I thought he was referring to the ice, but he went on to say that it's like something out of the "Blair Woods Project." I've never thought of my drive in quite those terms. I told him that might be why we have only had four trick-or-treaters in the past 18 years.
At any rate, Second Son is going to cancel that phone line, since it's not functioning, and we'll see if that resolves the problem.If not, maybe we need to have further discussion with the phone company to see if they can determine just what's going on.
Now, I need to see if I can get back to sleep......