(Side note, if I can think of a good hook, I'm writing a haunted house story. However, I will probably never be able to write one as creepy as The Dionaea House.)
There are a bunch of fireworks going off outside. We just moved into this house in November, so I haven't had a 4th of July here yet, and no way to gauge what "normal" is for this area.
The fireworks tell me that either the Lakers won the basketball game, or it's a lot closer to the 4th than I realized.
(Checks news.) Ah, the Lakers won.
(Check calendar.) Ah, it's a lot closer to the 4th than I realized.
Still no clue what's normal. Come to think of it, that pretty much describes my life.