It's a rainy day here in DC, a classic Summer storm kind of a day: hot, humid and wet. I woke up this morning around 6:15 to some serious thunder and lightening. Normally I love thunderstorms -- it's like listening to the ocean rolling and I can normally go right back to sleep. But this one was a doozy. I think I'd been having a not-so-happy dream (though I can't for the life of me remember what it was about) and the storm just didn't contribute to cozy-sleepy feelings. Of course the thing about sleeping through storms is that it's much easier to feel safe if you've got someone next to you. I had the next best thing: clean sheets.

In related news, my mom called me this morning to let me know that Gus, our three-legged Golden Retriever, clambered up the stairs for the first time since he became three-legged a year ago. I guess he went looking for my mom, cause even old dogs like to be close to someone during a storm.