Today I laid down for a nap. And suddenly, my bed was shaking. Then, my tray table was shaking. And then I heard the cabinet next to my bed hitting the wall. And suddenly I thought, "Earthquake!" I called Eli, and he hadn't felt it, so I called the nurses. A few of them confirmed that I wasn't going crazy, so I flipped on the news. Sure enough, there was a 5.9 quake 80 some miles south of our nation's capital. It was felt up and down the east coast.
I'm sure that my family living on the west coast has been laughing at all of the Facebook posts about this quake. But for me, like most people who've spent their lives in the east, this was the first time I've ever experienced an earthquake. It made me dizzy, and the feeling lasted for a while. It wasn't until much later that I realized just how out of luck I would have been if the quake had been a dangerous one. By the time I'd even gotten out of bed to get to a safer place, the quake would have been over. You just can't move 4 people at the same time very quickly!