So my friend Heather, who resides in my favorite house in this world with her husband George and many cats, called me Saturday to say that their house was struck by lightning. Turns out there was a violent thunderstorm in central PA, and that Heather and George took advantage of it by engaging in wanton acts on the hammock outside. Shortly thereafter God smote their sinfulness (and house) with one flaming bolt of lightning that took out their stove, computer, and many other appliances besides in one fell swoop, and it was bad enough that the fire department and police showed up.

I think there is a lesson in there for all of us.

In other news, Eric forced me to tape the Damages marathon on FX today, and now I am addicted.