Normally it’s coffee, or the dogs licking my face. This morning it was an earthquake that got me rolling, and I’m tickled.
With an epicenter located 18.2 miles from my bed, a magnitude of 2.9, and no injuries reported, that morning wiggle popped my eyes right open. I’ve only felt two ever, both here in Asheville, North Carolina. You just know what they are. In your gut: the earth moved.
On the other hand, my husband asked right after the quake if I had heard the squirrels on the roof. And my teen sons slept through the quake and the squirrels.
As for me, I feel special. I woke up this morning to my own private earthquake. What sort of day will that bring?