We had a doozy of a storm here the other day. I slept through the entire thing, which is highly unusual. To sleep, that is. When we woke up late the following morning, we discovered the power had gone out during the night which was why the alarm never went off. I made a coffee run while The Big Daddy was in the shower and although our street was fine, all around us trees were down.
Two days later, BD and I took the long way home from church and did a tour of the area. Oh geez, it was crazy how much damage there was and the randomness of it. One side of the street would be fine and the other side looked like somebody took a wrecking ball to every tree.
We couldn't believe we slept while this was going on, but that's how we roll lately. Maybe in our youth we might have been storm chasers, going out to see nature do its ass kicking, but age and wisdom have caught up with us.
Now we're damage gawkers and that means we've officially crossed over to the other side. The old people side.