I awoke this morning feeling rattled, and listening to the cat whine in the living room. She scrambled around, claws and fur on a slick hardwood floor, then tore into the bedroom to fuss at me more directly. I gave up, got up, and wandered bleary-eyed to the bathroom — all the while trying to shake the distinct and unsettling sensation that I’d been interrupted from something, or that I’d awakened just after something important.
Come to find out, we had an earthquake.
Huh. Well, no harm, no foul.