Just a few minutes ago it sounded like a giant thunderbolt struck the roof. The kid came running to my room screaming. I thought it was a storm (though it's fairly normal weather outside), kid thought something fell on the roof. All the dogs in the neighborhood started barking.
Maybe it was the rapture? I've already promised to watch the dogs and cats if my relatives get vanished up to heaven, no need to pay some capitalist atheist when you've got a socialist agnostic in the family.
But no, it was not the end times striking our little patch of rural purgatory.
It was just NASA, sending off a space shuttle, breaking the sonic barrier and scaring children. Who launches shuttles at 10pm on a Sunday night?
We now return to our regularly scheduled bitching in T minus.................