Crash, clatter, thud, thump, whirrrrrr!
Joy had left her hot-air hair-curling thingamajig plugged in, in the bedroom.
Huckleberry had turned it on, leading to panic.
I think Top Hat had also been there, and fled in the opposite direction.
Anyway: wide awake now. Outdoors: rain. This morning, once it gets light: I'm on setup crew for an outdoors wedding. Forecast: not terribly informative, but it looks like we won't get rained on too much.
At least I won't be standing around on a blazing hot afternoon wearing a sport coat and slacks hastily acquired at Goodwill (i.e.: polyester).