I was in bed and asleep and the world exploded around my house. No shrapnel or debris flying, that I could tell. Just a huge explosion. Scared the bejeezus out of me, woke me from a dead sleep and sent me floundering upright in bed, where I squished Pips (the little cat) with my leg. She always sleeps with me.
Pips didn't complain. I could only tell I squished her because it felt... well.... squishy. The bed isn't so I knew it was a cat. And BB (the old man) usually hunkers down on the floor somewhere so I can cuff him in the head with my foot as I make my way to the bathroom in the dark.
We had a thunderstorm last night. I knew we were in for bad weather, but holy crap! I think the universe exploded completely to smithereens at least three times and the other explosions were just bits being blown off.
I had to get up at one point and check my basement for flooding (I think it was around 2:30) because it was raining so hard, I was afraid the window well would fill up again and the water would flow in around my one and only old wooden framed basement window. Had that happen a couple of weeks ago. Not fun. Need to get it replaced and fix the window well (ie: make sure it drains into the weeping tiles properly).
I actually watched out the window a couple of times but nothing happened so I would go back to bed, fall asleep, only to be blasted awake with another kaboom! kkkeeerrrrack! I have a room darkening blind on the window so I didn't see the flashes first. Hence, no warning.
I love thunderstorms. But I love them when I am awake and don't have to get up at 5:30 a.m. to go to work. Needless to say, I did not love this one. So today I am bagged.
And to top it all off, I had just fallen back asleep around 4:00 a.m., only to be wakened at 4:30ish with a gall bladder attack. Which, as of 10:40 a.m., has just finally settled down to the point where I can have some breakfast. Can't wait for the surgery date in October to get the damn nuisance out.