Wake up! Wake up!

... at 5 a.m. Dog was barking. She was barking at the thunder. The thunder was following the lightning, as thunder does. We had to check the whole house to find out where the thunder was.

It was a fierce storm: lots of electricity, much rain, high winds. The rocking chair, as usual, rocked itself over. The window screens that were neatly stacked on the deck (why hadn't I put them downstairs?) are scattered. There is a huge puddle or ten in the street. The water is high, the ocean sounds like an express train.... and the sun is shining.

Amazing.

Now I have to go out and collect all the debris that blew off the dumpster/skip. Soggy.