I was so tired on Sunday that I lay down for a nap and sank into an abyss.Then the doorbell rang, beckoning me back to the land of the living. I listened from my bedroom upstairs and heard one of my daughters answer the door. I thought I heard a male voice speaking from the porch.Probably another city council candidate going door to door to drum up more votes. I rolled over drowsily and considered plodding downstairs to confirm my suspicion, but I knew that my husband, the Belgian Wonder, was in the house. He’d handle things.I rolled back over and drifted off again.Later, after waking from that second phase, I trudged down to the kitchen and found the Belgian Wonder sitting at the table working on this laptop.”Who was at the door?” I asked.”When?””Earlier. I heard the doorbell ring and one of the girls got the door.””Nobody rang the doorbell.””Who was at the door?””Nobody. There wasn’t a doorbell and nobody was at the door.””But I heard it!” I insisted. “One of the girls answered, and I was kind of nervous because I heard a male voice.””Hmmm….were you dreaming?””I was sleeping, but I woke up when I heard the doorbell.””Nobody’s come to the door, Ann. It’s been completely quiet.””How long have you been here?””Oh, 45 minutes. Maybe longer. And haven’t heard a doorbell. Not once.”I checked with the girls. “Did you answer the door?” They each shook their heads. And each time I asked, the Belgian Wonder, a light sleeper who has never dropped into a nap-abyss, kept laughing and shaking his head.