I wish I could sleep through a thunderstorm. Or through the night, period. Last night was our lucky night for having the storm be directly overhead. A nasty bit happened around midnight and then moved on to bother some other people. Then at 4am there was a single CRAAAAACK that scare the something-or-other out of me. I swear, it sounded like a rifle shot. I was convinced that the house had been hit, so of course I had to get up and look around. As if you can SEE that sort of thing. Nothing seemed to be smoking so I crawled back in bed and prayed for another hour or two of sleep. I don’t do well on only 4 hours a night, you see. And yes I did, but man, am I tired today.