I'd been yearning for a thunderstorm, and last night we got a humdinger.

Callum was at a friend's house when the storm started, and by the time we scooted across the street to grab him, the dogs had been in a fight and the power had gone out.

The lightening went on for hours.

Callum took this photo, still learning that the shutter stays open a long time when the light is low.

Checkers by flashlight ended in a stalemate, even though the lightholder gasped audibly every time he saw a jump for Callum (I'm looking at you, Neel.). The power didn't come back on until nearly 2 a.m. Even then it was still raining, and the skies were still flickering like candlelight. Last night's sleep reminded us of those days after Isabelle when it was so hot at night, and you'd lie in bed so carefully not wanting to touch anyone. Nobody slept well, but I got my storm.