Well, I was laying there sound asleep when out of the blue, I'm bolt upright in my bed, damn near on the floor. I got two dogs looking around on full alert and the whole house is shaking.
Here I am reaching for my rifle (which I no longer carry) with one hand, my mask (which I no longer wear) with the other, all the while I'm trying to figure out who's not accounted for, which way the rounds are coming from and who's on radio to call for support when the fog finally lifts.
Living in the mountains like I do now, I'm 4500 feet or so ABOVE sea level as opposed to 30 some feet BELOW sea level.
That just means that when thunder rolls around here it doesn't have so far to roll.
Mother nature is a royal bitch when it comes to practical jokes like that.
I think I'll go change my pants now.
