Sounds like the start of a good time, but, in reality, it was an earthquake in the middle of the night. John and I both woke up to windows rattling and the bed vibrating. In my sleepy state, I thought the windows were rattling from a windstorm until John nudged my arm and whispered “earthquake.” There was no wind. All is well here — no damage or new cracks in the house. Tonight we head to the Science Center — we want to see how this looks on their seismograph. I think a trip to the library for some earthquake books for the kids is in order too.