Picture this...

You're on the verge of sleep, just about to drift off into a deep sleep, when suddenly, you snap wide awake.

Sniff the air. Frown, sniff again.

Then, carefully wake Mark to see if he smells what you smell. He asked what you smelled.

Smoke, you say. You smelled smoke. Burning wood and leaves.

Mayhem, across your legs, stretches out a paw, lazily saying, don't move, so Mark gets up and goes to look, to make you feel better.

The house is fine. The property is fine. The neighbors are fine.

The scent fades and wafts away. mayhem stretches, gets up and ambles off. goofy floofy boy

You fall asleep.

* * * * * * *

That was my night.

We have Several Wildfires in counties nearby right now.

The weekend was bad as far as smoke went, the windy conditions didn't help.

So apparently, the winds changed last night, and the smell managed to drift into the house. Fun.