I woke up around 5 am this morning because the bed was shaking. At first I thought it was the cat, hiding under my bed all night, finally having enough and making a ruckus to wake me up and let him out. But no, no cat under the bed. He was crouched outside my door, probably rather freaked.
There was an earthquake along the southern Illinois-Indiana border, and we felt it all the way over here. I thought it might be, once I determined the bed-shaking was not the fault of the cat, but I wanted confirmation. Apparently my cognitive skills aren’t the best in the middle of the night, so my search for ‘earthquake st. louis’ didn’t immediately yield the right site. Finally found it, and lo, a big red square in the midwest! Very odd.
I’ve only ever felt one other earthquake, and it was much smaller. I was outside in my parents’ backyard, laying on the grass and staring up at the clouds, and I felt a tremor run beneath me. I didn’t realize what it was at first (you know, daydreaming, head in the clouds) until my mom asked me if I’d felt anything out there. The news had reported the quake.
I sincerely hope that I never get so used to the feeling that I know exactly what it feels like.
My neck is still hurting after waking up sore yesterday. I don’t know what I could have done, but it’s not cool. So to make myself feel better, and hopefully make you smile too, a lolcat:

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TGIF!