Oak is really heavy.
But this time, there was no resounding, earth-shaking boom, and somewhere around 3am I drifted off to bed.
Woke up to relative quiet, and oddly filtered light, with the nagging thought that things were too quiet, so I was probably killed in my sleep, and was a ghost doomed to keep waking up to a too-quiet, oddly-filtered-light morning, wondering if I was alive, and feeling vaguely guilty that I'd let everyone down by not mentioning the cracking-wood sounds that killed us.
At this point I'm fairly certain that I'm not dead.
We lost power briefly around 10pm - just long enough to get the candles lit.
The cracking wood was a tree coming down in our back yard. Not the oak. This one is further back, in the gully by the creek - a poison-ivy encased cherry tree that stood right by the power lines (and phone, and fiber) that feed both our house and our neighbor's. Fortunately, it fell away from the wires.
Other than that (and possibly actually being dead, and a ghost that's only imagining writing a blog post), we seem to have come out relatively unscathed.