Well, not too often do I get jogged awake by a 3.8 earthquake. (Actually, only once before in my life, back when I was in high school in what was known as the Spring Break Quake). But at 1:39 this morning, I heard a loud bang, felt the bed shake, and thought a tree had fallen on the house. It definitely would have been more exciting if I had really been awake, but I was most definitely sound asleep. I suppose I should have been a bit alarmed by it, but nothing fell off the walls and Sydney slept through the whole thing, so I eventually just went back to sleep. The thought crossed my mind that another earthquake could happen, but there are some things--like impending earthquakes--that aren't worth losing sleep over.
Lucky me, the only reason why I felt it was because Sydney and I decided to stay at my parents' house last night because of the floor work being done at home. As it happens, the quake was centered a mere six miles from their house. Had we been at home--70 miles away--we wouldn't have felt it at all.
So, that's the excitement of the day. But you know what they say...earthquakes are all fun and games until someone loses an eye.
Or something like that.