We had a wicked bad storm last night and at 7 a.m., there was this sound like the earth was splitting -- my eyes popped open and there was flame, shooting balls of flame right outside the bedroom window as the transformer went kaboom.
Me, Julia, and the dogs popped out of bed like daisies from the snow. The lights were on in a couple of hours, the net and phone a couple of hours after that. Of course, one of the Macs blew up and we lost a switch, but we did not lose the file server.
I'm *so* grateful the transformer blew during a downpour and there wasn't a huge fire, so I won't even complain.
Except that my heart is still racing, 10 hours later. O.o