We were shaken awake early this morning by what turned out to be a 5.4 magnitude earthquake. At first I thought Mike had gotten up and was walking around very heavily, because things were rattling on the dresser-top, but then I realized he was still in bed. Was it the wind? It is tornado season. But there wasn't any sound of wind. Then I realized it was a quake, similar to the one we had when I was a kid.
On the news this morning they said it was centered southeast of us near West Salem, which is a good ways away, and apparently they could even feel it up in Chicago. The Chicago newscaster said it only lasted a few seconds. Maybe that's true up there, but we had a whole long conversation while it was going on, so I think it was at least 30 seconds, with a little break, and then another 10 seconds or so.
It was interesting, but not scary at all. We never felt like we should get up and run outside. The funniest thing to me was that, in my groggy state, I kept asking myself if we should go to the basement! Wrong natural disaster....
Update: We just got bumped around again at 10:15am. The first incident occurred at 4:35am.