They had an earthquake this morning in some 130+ miles east of St. Louis – a 5.4 or 5.5 (now being listed as a 5.2) and I didn’t feel it. Although some news reports said it was felt as far north as southern Michigan and that building’s in Chicago’s Loop swayed, I DIDN’T FEEL IT.

I was awake, but stretched out on the sofa, thinking should I doze or keep reading. At one point the dog jumped down, turned around and stuck his nose in my face – maybe it was the earthquake, but I assumed he wanted a dog biscuit to add to his collection. Later I saw the breaking news story, but didn’t say anything to anyone in the house. My daughter-in-law just now caught a snatch of the story on TV and exclaimed, “Oh, my gosh, I felt it!”

She’s a nurse and she said, “I knew I wasn’t having a seizure because I was alert.” Okay. Well, I missed it. I can’t remember even being vibrated on a cushion sensation. Nothing, Zilch. Even the over-piled coffee table by my usual sitting spot remained unchanged.

Wait a minute . . . you know how police go over and over the questioning of a subject . . . I think I was aware of it; I remember thinking, that, gee the dog is vibrating against my legs.

So maybe I did feel an earthquake, but I had to figure it out . . . maybe it is a false memory. Perhaps if I keep thinking about it, I will suddenly remember being shaken onto the floor as the ceiling fan swayed menacingly above me.

It couldn’t have been too much, though, because I was not aware of my body’s extra weight feeling like a bowl full of jelly .