Later we were in bed and a bright *FLASH*FLASH*FLASH*FLASH* came through the window. I automatically sat up and reached for the blinds to see what was going on, then turned my face away from the window and leaned over to shelter Laura. Stayed that way until even a shock wave from downtown would've arrived. Not a reflex I'd expected to have, but probably a sensible one. Al Qaeda's made one or two tries at LAX already. I think the odds of an attack here are very low, and of a nuclear one even lower, but they're not zero, and I used to think they were. So I treat a streetlight bulb blowing as if it were an explosion, just in case.
After I got Laura back to sleep I had to stay up for a couple of hours until the adrenaline went down enough to let me sleep again. Then I slept soundly. So that at least hasn't changed.