August 10, 2000 ~ Battle of the Blinds

I awoke last night to a dreadful pain in my head, a loud clattering noise, bright flashes, loud rumbles, and a frigid wind blowing across my body. Great. I'm in the middle of a battlefield, I thought. I moaned and shielded my head. Someone was beating me. I wanted to cry. The noise and cold and painful whacks at my head were too much for my drowsy mind. Drops of water started hitting my face.

Then I realized I was in my own bed. It was raining. The clattering and pain in my head was the mini-blinds flapping around wildly. The bright flashes and loud rumbles were thunder and lightening. The frigid wind was... well... a frigid wind.

I am not used to sleeping next to a window. Falling asleep next to it is quite soothing on a warm summer night, for a cool breeze drifts in, and night-time insects make soothing noises. Waking up next to it in the middle of a thunderstorm, however, is not soothing at all.

This I learned last night.

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