Friday, April 18, 2008

I feel the earth move

I've missed the excitement again.

I don't remember everything that I dreamed about, although it involved a man with a fetish for three-breasted women. (Could I attribute this to a dinner of cottage cheese with garlic-and-herbs seasoning?)

After the dream, which was more complicated than this one detail I remember, I was restless. For an hour or more, I could not return to sleep, and then I was still semi-conscious. I woke up at 5 o'clock, set a vintage timer for an hour, and somehow without sleeping slept through its long mechanical bell ring.

I never felt the 5.2 earthquake. I didn't even know about it until I was perusing the Chicago Tribune's Daywatch at work.

A bit of shaking might explain why Hodge, who usually runs from me in the morning, was unsure and clingy today.

Although I didn't feel the 'quake, for some reason I feel vaguely disturbed and unsettled. And don't have anything to cling to.

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