This morning, I woke up around 3:10 to hear things rattling on shelves and the bed vibrating a bit. I thought "Huh. Must be an earthquake" and fell back to sleep until my alarm went off at 4:30. I forgot all about the quake until Carrie mentioned it a little while ago. Apparently, it was a 4.
It reminds me of the big Midwest earthquake scare of 1989. I can't remember what grade I was in but I do remember the nuns scaring us into thinking our houses would be destroyed and we'd be living in tent cities behind the school for weeks until our parents found us. Is it any wonder I quit going to church?