At about 4:30 this morning, I woke up and my bed was shaking. Now, I would like to tell you a tale about why that was happening, but the truth is, I had no clue. I convinced myself it was a train going by; the tracks are just a few blocks away. Of course, I heard no train, but at 4:30 in the morning, I'm easily persuaded by slightly weak arguments.
An hour later, the clock went off and the charming NPR commentator was talking about the earthquake that rumbled through the Midwest. Oh!!!!
So there we are -the second earthquake of my whole life. It's a strange feeling!