And now, over to you

In "we like to live dangerously" news (referring to myself in the royal "we") we've gotten rid of the satellite TV just in time for tornado season. So last night I was recovering from a marathon day of typesetting and editing, when between thunderstorms, I noticed a yellow light shining into the house beneath my bedroom shades. I looked into the kitchen. A yellow light was shining through my skylight, too. I stood under that and looked up. The whole sky was yellow.

(When you read Sleepwalker, ...