It was an eerily familiar feeling this morning, being gently woken up, as if someone was standing by my bed rocking it ever so slightly.

We live in a solid building, so I knew it wasn’t the wind shaking us. I had to think for a second, wake up a little and think about where I was.

No, I really do live in Chicago, not Oakland any more, but I wasn’t so sure at 4:35 this morning.

That was definitely an earthquake.

I thought we had moved away from that stress! I guess you can’t even count on the earth beneath your feet.