So there was a biggish earthquake — 4-ish on the Richter scale — in our neck of the woods last night, and I missed it entirely, even though I was awake and up and about. It was all over the newspapers this morning, and I couldn’t help but feel a little ripped off. To hear everybody tell it, it was a hard thing to miss. Olof said it sounded like a huge truck driving right by the house, and the whole house rattled and shook. Lydia was upstairs at the time, and she came running down all kinds of freaked out. Me, I noticed nothing. I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth at the time, and I had the door closed and the dryer running, so it was pretty loud and rattly in there, which I guess masked the tremor. Interestingly enough, though, I’ve been on location for at least half a dozen earthquakes in my life and I’ve never felt a single one. All were relatively minor, of course (and thank goodness), but they were noticeable, yet somehow I managed to miss them all. Maybe I have an earthquake immunity?