I woke up this morning having a strange dream about Christmas, Walla Walla High School, my W Street roommates and me writing on a whiteboard. There was also an earthquake in the dream or so I thought. Then I realized that the earthquake felt pretty real.

So I lay in bed thinking about the earthquake and looking at my clock. A 3 am earthquake seems a little a little thoughtless and fairly inconvenient to me.

Then I got up and went to the bathroom. I peed, drank a glass of water and crawled back into bed. I figured that I might as well try to get some more sleep seeing at my alarm clock goes off for work each morning at 6am. The only problem was a that a series of aftershocks kept rattling me awake. I slept fitfully until I finally pried myself out of bed at 6:10am.

It was only then that I thought: Maybe earthquakes are the reason one should wear pj pants to bed.  Living alone, I've gotten in the habit of wearing over-sized t-shirts to bed.

My report is this: the earthquake was strong enough to knock over two vases on my kitchen table with flowers in them--luckily neither one broke. The official report is this: the earthquake was initially reported as a 5.8 magnitude but this was later revised to 5.9-6.0.  There were also plenty of aftershocks. Maybe as many as 15 and apparently the first two were nearly as strong as the actual earthquake.

The good news is that I'm okay. Now, however, I'm off to find a coffee (or three).