I'll Sleep When I'm Dead ... Maybe

My nod to Warren Zevon lyrics doesn't hide my upcoming exhaustion; I haven't been to bed yet due to the thunder and lightning, which, as I've mentioed before, drives Walker Evans crazy with barking, crying and, if we don't have him on a leash of some sort, running through the house.
I actually have Walker with me in the media room upstairs, while giving Val a chance to sleep and not have to worry about the pup, who will never greet this weather without at least hyperventilating. I'm hoping to get to bed by 5 a.m., if the thunder stops.