Last night I enjoying some bizarre dream where I walked off from a business venture in England only to stumble into a bar, befriend the locals, and start making out with a random stranger I was sitting next to when I was rudely awaken by good ol’ mother nature. How so? By the grand opera of the thunderstorm, of course. The entire storm happened right outside my bedroom windows, so that every time the lightning flashed my room lit up like an examination room. No way you were sleeping through that.

You know that thing where you count the number of seconds there are between when you see the lightning and when you hear the thunder, and in doing so can tell how close the lightning is to charring you alive? Well, I was doing that, since the lightning was so impressive. And most of it was way far away from us. And then…flash KAPLOW! Two lightning bolts struck so close to the house that you could see everything in my room shake. Thunderstorms don’t ever really bother me, but when I saw the room shake I started to get a little worried. It was like a train was driving right by the window. I’m pretty sure one of them hit the closest cell phone tower to me, because when it hit my phone lit up like it wasn’t getting good reception, and then in the morning I noticed I was only getting one bar where I normally get four. Crazy stuff.