It's been a while since I wrote one of these...
Tuesday had been a warm day, so I had everything open when I went to bed. I was buried in a book. The Olympics were on in some nearby house, and the sounds of cheers drifted in my window. Not loud enough to disturb. Comforting, sort of.
Then the bed shook. I assumed that the cat was fidgeting again, so I turned to hiss at her. She was still, looking at me with wide eyes. Well, if it wasn't the cat, then there was only one other thing it could be.
I turned on the TV. It's been affixed to channel 4 since the Olympics began. I knew they weren't going to break in with this minor news, so I flipped to channel 7. They were talking of something else. So, over to channel 2 I went, and the news anchors had just started discussing the earthquake they felt in the studio. Success!
I got the pertinent details, and I went back to my book.
I stayed up way too late reading, so the follow up earthquake acted as an alarm. This time there was no blaming the cat. The only question was--foreshock or aftershock.
Since they both measured the same on the Richter scale, I still have no idea. Ah well. If you don't hear from me again, we can assume that it was a foreshock.