This morning I woke up because the bed was shaking. I thought that maybe I was still dreaming, but the bed was still moving. The only thing I could think of is Holden was trying to play a trick at the butt crack of dawn. I found him asleep in his room and Hope had slept with me so it wasn't them. I even went into the basement to make sure everything was okay there. Finally, I decided they were flying a plane overhead that caused the shaking-- or I was losing it (a distinct possibility).
At the gym this morning I did a celebratory shout of joy to find out I wasn't crazy and that I had "survived" my first earthquake. By surviving I mean not made myself crazy trying to figure out what was going on :)
Of course, almost no one else in the gym had noticed it.