I woke up at 5:00am for the 10th time last night. I grumbled, counted backwards, did anything I could think of to fall back asleep.
At 5:40am, my bed started shaking. Here were my first thoughts:
- Isabelle is jumping on my bed! I am so mad!
- My bed is still shaking and there is no Isabelle
- I remembered this story I heard about Lester Sumerall and the Devil shaking his bed, picking it up and moving it across the room. I was really hoping it was not the Devil.
- I am going crazy from this medicine I am on that is keeping me up all night.
I settled on crazy until I woke Rob up who had fallen asleep on the couch downstairs and he said…"THE CRAZIEST THING HAPPENED TO ME.!"
It was a real earthquake! I have never felt an earthquake it my 34 years, 11 months of life!
How cool it is to start your day off with an earthquake. I am really glad it was not the Devil. That would have scared me.