Last night was the craziest thunderstorm I have seen since the days when I spent Augusts in Georgia. I remember trying to fall asleep on the sleeper sofa in my grandparents' living room while lightning would flash so bright I could read a book by the light. The storm last night woke me up out of a sound sleep. I was expecting a crying baby (well, a startled baby), but no, Charlie never made a peep.
Fun with doors