Earthquake

Yesterday morning I was watching the news in bed when I felt the bed shake. Originally I thought Dexter was licking and/or scratching himself. I lifted my head and saw Dexter sitting at full attention at the foot of the bed. Since I was watching CNN's coverage of the war, my next concern was that a jet buzzed the house or a bomb landed close by. Just as I muted the television, the entire house rattled--including the wind chimes we have hanging up downstairs. Sarah screamed and I called out for her to come into my room. She ran into my room and jumped under the covers with Didi. I walked down the hall to check on John. As is typical of teenagers, he slept through the whole thing. I walked through the rest of the house to check for damage. Finding none, I went back upstairs to watch for local news. Shortly after I entered the room the power flickered and then faded.