Queen Was Right

"Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me!"

Oof. Early this morning, waaay early, as in 3:00 a.m., a rollicking series of thunderstorms crashed through our part of the state.

The lightning lit up the bedroom, caused the power to flicker a few times, and then continued on for a good half-hour.

At one point sounding like a veritable explosion, complete with fiery orange brightness.

I thought something had been hit - a transformer, a tree, something? - and had caught fire. But no.

Did I mention that thunder and lightning scare the bejeezus out of me? They do.

Other people have told me, "Oh, we watched the most beautiful summer storm from the porch during vacation! We could see the lightning crackling all over the valley!"

Me? I'd be inside under the bed with my fingers in my ears.

This was the very annoying kind of thunderstorm, where just as you thought it would end, and you'd calmed yourself enough to get drowsy enough to fall back asleep, the sky crackled with power and boomed over and over.

So today, sleep-deprived and addled from the humid heat, feels like I've been operating on an even slower speed than usual.

Here's hoping I can stay up long enough to watch Project Runway.