My Fourth of July started off with a boom yesterday. The animals and I were just about scared to death. There were bad storms passing over the area since midnight. The husband had to get up at four-thirty for work that morning and I heard the storms when his alarm woke me up. Later at six, the loud thunder woke me up again.
I laid in bed, half-asleep, until almost seven. Then I saw this bright flash of lightning through my eyelids and heard the thunder vibrate the walls around me. It was LOUD. The brightest lightning and loudest thunder I’ve ever seen and heard.
And then one of the smoke detectors started going off.
I jumped up out of bed, the cats freaked out, the dog ran in circles, I was thinking, “Oh God, lightning hit the house and now it’s on fire!” and was trying to figure out how to get all five animals out in as few trips as possible while running toward the alarm that was going off.
But then the alarm stopped and I checked the house to find nothing smoking or on fire. The circuit breaker for the lights had tripped, but everything else was fine.
I didn’t go back to sleep after that.