The Hand of the Lord

Um.

So.

I woke up and my room was on fire.

More precisely, my heater had melted through its own stand and was on fire, along with the floor.

The floor right next to the carpet. That is right next to my bed.

So yeah, I'm chalking this one up to the Hand of the Lord for so many reasons. I woke up, and caught it early enough to stop it. Michael was still awake and quite in control of his faculties, and thus threw some water on it. It didn't spread very far, and there isn't too much damage (except for a spot of melted plastic on my floor). Also, unbelievably, my landlady wasn't very mad and in fact was grateful that I was alright. That was pleasant.

Anyway, it's midnight now. I think I'm going to try and sleep again, although it is certainly a rush to wake up to a fire where there shouldn't be fire.

Definitely the Hand of the Lord.