6:07 AM
Landline rings. The landline NEVER rings, much less at some ungodly hour like 6:17 AM. Needless to say, I don’t answer it, and don’t actually hear it until the last ring. Answering machine picks up, gets dial tone.
6:17 AM
Landline rings. Same deal, except this time I’m still not-asleep-enough that I hear all the rings, and then the answering machine answering the dial tone.
6:27 AM
Landline rings. At this point I’m no longer having fun, so I yank the phone up ..and, unsurprisingly, it’s a fax machine. This begs several questions, the best of which is “Who is sending a fax ANYwhere at 6:17 in the AM?”
6:37 AM
Landline rings. I don’t answer it, since I’m Googling on phrases like “what to do if a fax machine keeps calling you” Needless to say, I didn’t find any info that was immediately helpful (most “solutions” involve either forwarding your number to a known fax or some variant of this approach).
6:47 AM
Landline rings. Given that it’s now only 45 minutes before I was going to get up anyway, I concede defeat and try to make lemonade from lemons by deciding to get an early start on the day, and I go shower.
6:57 AM
From the bathroom, I hear the landline ring.
7:07 AM
As I’m grabbing my wallet and other pocket paraphenalia right before I walk out the door, the landline rings.

Somewhere in the world a fax machine is contemplating suicide.

I hope.