Friday, April 18, 2008

Rattled

I woke up to my Chris telling me that he felt tremors this morning. He went online a short while later to find out that southern Illinois had an earthquake. Weeeeeeeird. So I was like, "Ok, whatever. That'll never happen again."

I work late tonight, which means I don't have to go in until the afternoon. So I thought to myself, "Eh, why not take a nap beforehand?" We have one of those beds that has a big wooden headpiece at the front of the bed. On it is this giant mirror with lights. Anyway, I was almost asleep when I felt like I was shaking. I lifted my head up to find the mirror rattling. I froze there for a second, thinking that this giant two hundred pound headboard was about to come crashing down on me. Then I unfroze and reached for the phone. I called my Chris, but he felt nothing. I have to tell you that that was the scariest thing in the world, because I had absolutely no control over it. I felt so helpless. I could hear my whole house shaking.

He called me back about ten minutes later to tell me it was an aftershock. Holy crap, if that's an aftershock, I'd hate to be in the real thing. Anyway, today I felt my first earthquake. Or something lesser, but close to it.

I am never going to ever live in California. I'll take tornados over this shit anyday.