It Was A Dark And Stormy Night...Thank God!

A weird sound woke me up sometime after 5 this morning. While trying to figure out what the noise was, I noticed a flashing light reflecting in my room. As I was walking over to Mother's side of the house, I could hear a the motor of a large truck. When we looked outside, there were 2 fire trucks and a host of other vehicles lining the street. The house next to us was on fire! There hadn't been any sirens going and if I hadn't heard the truck's horn, we would have slept through most of it.

This is particularly disturbing considering how close the house was to us. The flames got bad enough where we grabbed Monk (the chihuahua) and left the house. We were prepared to run back in for the cat at any moment.

If it hadn't have stormed all Thursday night, the fire would have spread to us. There is no doubt of that. Thank heavens for cliched nights.