I was awakened this morning at about 5:51 a.m. to the distinct and unpleasant feeling of a moving house. At first I thought it might just be our autistic daughter running through the hallway at top speed (she has been known to shake things off the wall she stomps so hard when she gallops around the house).
In actuality it turned out to be a less than minor tremor. I feel honored. We live near a minor fault line (I can't remember the name) but the two or three times we have had real earthquake activity here I have been in some other part of the country and missed out. Not that I want to be in an earthquake or anything but I did want to experience it for myself.
Well this one was a definite seismic event, and lasted for at least a minute or so. I never quite got back to sleep after it either.
And so it goes. (as an Indiana favorite son used to write in his books.)