We've been having little tremors for months but I've never felt one until this morning. It was reported as 2.7 (about 6:15am) in the usual location across town in Irving but, as my husband said who was in another room at the time, it shook the house like a tree fell on it.
It was crazy. I was sitting on the couch reading the paper and suddenly the front door shook as if a gigantic gust of wind had hit it. Our big Boxer woofed and went to look out the front window. No one was there. He looked over his shoulder at me inquiringly. We decided it must have been an earthquake.
It was our Doan and Carstairs moment. (Because, yes, everything always seems to come back to books.)
