This morning about 4:00 a.m., I was gloriously asleep. I have become an insomniac, probably due to worries and aging. So when I get a solid five hours – it’s heavenly. So there I was sleeping for a change, instead of watching the Russian news channel or worrying about my snow removal bills when I felt something wet on my face. I turned and opened an eye and both of my dogs were pressed to my bed watching me closely. What’s wrong? What’s up? Is someone at the door? They both jumped on the bed and from that position stared at my face. (Buster put his face under my arm like he does when his nefarious enemy, the German Shephard, George, walks by our window.) They wouldn’t move as I tried to sit up – and then – the bed started shaking as though someone was pulling it toward the window. The dogs remained quiet but drew closer. Oh it couldn’t be – an earthquake in Chicago, no!
But indeed it was, about 4am the suburbs of Chicago felt a 4.3 earthquke – epicenter about 50 miles northwest in Sycamore/Virgil, Illinois. I checked out the weather channel immediately and there it was. No damage reported. Then – back to the Russian channel where I feel more at home.
Two things: I have something to add to my list of worries: an earthquake. And aren’t dogs wonderful!
Three things actually: Looks like that five hours will be an even more rare and beautiful thing in my dream future.