It's become increasingly rare for me and Adam to spend the evening watching tv and doing nothing else. Usually I'm sewing, he's studying, and we don't watch tv together. But last night neither one of use felt like doing our normal things, so we ended up sitting on the couch and watching three episodes of Doctor Who while listening to a rather remarkable thunderstorm outside. It was pretty surprising that Katrina didn't wake up, since normally thunderstorms send her into a panic.
After Doctor Who, it was around 12:30, but we still were too lazy to actually get up and go get ready for bed, so we sat there reading and watching movie trailers. The storm had basically stopped. Suddenly out of nowhere, we heard a monstrous CRACK with a brief flash of light outside. It really sounded like a cannon shot. I shrieked and Adam jumped, but the lights were fine, and our kids didn't even stir, and we had no idea whether the lightning and struck our building or somewhere close by. It's a three story building and we are on the bottom floor, so it was hard to know what actually had happened. We thought we smelled burning, but it was faint.
And then I went to brush my teeth.