The lovely husband, who is not one for hyperbole, described the storm as ferocious. "It was house-shaking."
So here's the thing: after a busy morning in the sun, I insisted E take the Sunday afternoon nap she often skips. I lay down with her, read her two books, and then I fell asleep beside her in her bed. The morning had worn me out, too.
We slept through the whole storm. We didn't hear a thing.