Or sleep deprived. Breda had a rude awakening from the storm siren. Which, waking you from a sound sleep, can be a bit disturbing.
Few years back had some storms come through that caused a series of small twisters to hopscotch through town. I'd worked 0100-0900, and on the first day back it went like this:
Wake up usual time, around 7-8(no matter what I tried).
Spend day up & around.
Try to take a nap- usually unsuccessfully- before work.
Since I can't sleep during the day, stay up till 3-4, then go to bed.
So I'd been up from Wednesday morning until almost 4 Thursday afternoon. I'd been asleep for about two hours when the phone rang, mom calling: "There are tornadoes not far from you, is everything ok?" I actually looked up, then said "The ceiling's still there, so yes."
For some reason that was not reassuring to her, so I promised to turn on the weather- which was doing the expected squealing- for a minute and heard they were all north of me, so I looked out the back window. The dogs absolutely hated severe storms, and hid if anything was coming; they were in the back yard playing. So I went back to bed.
Thus ends my storm story.