This the writing of a person who had three hours of sleep last night. About two in the morning a big and noisy thunderstorm came rumbling through our area and brought all its thunderstorm buddies with it. With the constant thunder and the weather alert radio going off about every fifteen minutes, the only ones here who could sleep through all that were Martini and Fred the Cat. They were out like a light and this morning they were full of friskiness. Mr. Pop and I look like hell and feel like it too.