I was woken up this morning at 4:30 by the earthquake, which was centered here in southern Illinois. It was great to have a native Californian in the bed with me. I was freaked out by the very palpable and quite extended shaking of our bed (and our entire house)… but Laura just rolled over, muttered “just a little quake,” and went right back to sleep.
Usually, being in a bi-coastal couple is useful for extended and exhausting summer vacations, and for confusing native midwesterners. (ie, Where are you from? LA. So you are both from California? No, I’m from Boston. And which place did you meet? Actually it was in Texas).
