Someone knocked on our door. Very unusual, since we live in kind of a rural area on a dead-end gravel road. DH and I are both sick (Yes, it's come back. But this time I have Thera-flu so I won't be drinking any more vanilla extract.) DH was awake and miserable in the master bedroom; I was half-asleep and miserable in the guest room. We both heard it...three precise raps on the door. (Though I thought it sounded as if someone could have been knocking on a window.) DH looked out and there wasn't a soul in sight. The oddest thing, none of the neighborhood dogs barked. I don't know what to make of it, but it sure gave me the creeps.
I'll never be able to get to sleep, not with DH's coughing, my sore throat, and worrying about things that go bump in the night.