Tossing, turning, and unable to sleep, I moved out to the couch to read.
The little yellow dog abandoned her spot at the end of the bed to come and see what I was doing. She made herself a nest in the blankets beside me and happily fell asleep. Following her lead, I soon joined her in slumberland.
A handful of hours later, we both were awakened by a muffled digital tune emerging from my husband's jacket pocket. The string of notes that it played was very familiar, yet I was surprised that my husband had chosen that particular tune for his ringtone on his work cellphone. In fact, the nature of his job made it that much more intriguing. It certainly can not be often that a US government issued cell phone plays Canada's national anthem.
It appears that the resident Yank is falling under my Canadian spell.