I interrupt the rant post below this to report that at 5:35 am, I felt my bed vibrate. Since there is no slot for quarters on our bed, I suspected something was wrong.
I got up and asked my husband who was in the kitchen if he felt it, and he said yes. We both thought it might be thunder, but the news quickly reported an earthquake in southern Illinois with effects reaching across us into Ohio.
This is Tornado Alley, not Earthquake Hollywood!
At least you can run and hide from tornadoes. Quakes have no warning (usually), leave nowhere to run.
People are calling in TV and radio stations giving their stories about what they were doing when they noticed the tremor. I don't get the point of this. For example:
"I just came in from 2nd shift, sat down to eat cold meatloaf and saw my chandelier shake."
Why can't they just save their stories for their blogs like I did??
Jorge had the nerve to once again cast aspersions on our little dog, Zoe, by saying she was too dumb to know what was going on and thus warn us. (People were telling TV stations that their cockatiels were verbally warning them and setting off flares to save the neighbrhood, etc.)
I told him she was in the bedroom with me, dialing the police like any sane pet would do, not running around barking "The sky is falling!"
Anyway, which natural disaster do you dread most?
And now, please continue to the rant below, because I spent a lot of time writing it, and I just pre-empted myself. Dang.