Last Saturday night I came home from my sister's house around 1am, We had spent the night playing with PJ and watching movies and I was exhausted and ready for bed. I climbed up the two flights of stairs and opened the door to my apartment. Ah heaven! I could see my bed in the near distance beckoning me to warmth and wonderful sleep-induced oblivion. I managed to convince myself to feed my cat and wash up before bed and then climbed into my warm comforter. About 5 minutes later I had read all I was awake enough to read of my book and so I turned comfortably onto my side to go to sleep. The wind blew heavily against my window and so I forced myself up to close the small crack I had opened a few nights before. I crawled back into bed and snuggled gratefully onto my side again preparing for sleep. Just as the world began to fade around me, a loud "bang" rudely pulled me back into my body. I lay silently with my heart beating wildly awaiting the return of the ominous sound. A moment passed and my eyelids grew heavy. Suddenly another "Bang" jolted me out of my reverie and I sit up in bed groggily. A few more bangs on my window alerted me as to the problem. A large tree outside my window. The wind was forcing the large branches of said tree to pound dramatically against the side of my apartment. A moment passed and the bangs grew so loud that I wondered whether the tree might very well break through the glass. Pictures of me being awakened by a huge branch crashing through my window and over my bed scared me enough to force me up. I made as comfy a bed as I could on my couch and fell asleep feeling a safe distance away from potential danger. I slept fitfully until around 5am when I awoke to my cats movements. The wind was finally gone or at least died down enough to no longer be scary and so I went back to my bed gratefully.
One thing continually bothers me as I read Diana Gabaldon's richly detailed story of Claire Beauchampe, a doctor who innocently walks into a stone formation in Scotland and winds up in 16th century Scotland. Much has happened since this beginning...Claire has married Jamie Fraser the young and impressive Scottish Laird (against her wishes), fallen madly in love with him regardless of a precarious beginning to their relationship, followed him around as they attempt to evade the English, fought with him at the battle of Culloden, been forced back through the stones to safety with their unborn child, raised their child with her ambiguous husband from the future, returned after her child had grown up so that she could find him, made a new life with him in an American Colony, and been surprised by the appearance of her daughter and new son in law in 16th century America. Through their many, often rediculous, adventures there is that one thing that my brain ...

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