Jarred Back to Reality

Last night I jumped out of bed thinking we’d had an earthquake. But when I consulted with my son, who usually feels them, he didn’t know what I was talking about. Had I dreamed it? After all, this felt different from the usual ones our area experiences—it was more of a roll than a jiggle. So I stayed awake for a while wondering what my subconscious mind was trying to tell me. Earthquake symbolism...hmmm!  Makes sense when you figure that our lives have been “shaken up” a bit with my daughter’s recent graduation!

Then this morning I heard we really did have one, a 4.2.  Oh.  So much for my dream analysis. Thanks to Jules for asking how we're doing!  You are very sweet.  Fortunately I don't think anything even fell over.

I don't have any earthquake quotes, so here's a line from a song that I like:

Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a fountain/

That is pouring like and avalanche coming down the mountain. ~Butthole Surfers, “Jingle of a Dog’s Collar”