What initially awakened me was Sarah thumping and bumping her way on the hardwood floor, squeezing herself under the bed, hiding from the impending storm. She made her way from Howie’s side of the bed to mine, emerged, and frantically nosed me.
“Okay, get into bed, c’mon.”
She floundered onto the bed and wedged herself in the hollow of my body between me and the edge of the mattress.
Hey, mom, why don’t I express my anal glands a little while I’m here, kinda stink the place up a little?
Then the storm hit.
RUMBLE……POW! BAM! POW!
Torrential rain! Rain coming in every open window, even the front one beneath the eve – rare for us. No one does pyrotechnics like the Lord. And the rain — wow, what a lot of water to see pouring from the sky! I am sure the birdbaths are full after only 5 minutes of rainfall.
Well, before I get too much of a second wind, I think I’d better head to bed. The laptops are unplugged (the first thing I did when I stumbled out of bed), the windows are shut, and the fans are no longer pulling air and water into the house. Kinda stuffy. Close. Can’t seem to get a certain smell out of my nose.
After all the hoopla, it’s quiet once again; I’d best address the stinky dog and get back to sleep, Lord willing…and the creek don’t rise. 😉