First thing I read this morning on the Internet was that there was an earthquake in Oklahoma, and that it was felt by some in Kansas City. Now that's getting a little too close to home. Many years ago when we lived on our first acreage, Cliff and I were lying in bed one morning and felt a small earthquake. What a strange feeling. (Added later: Cliff tells me he felt the quake last night and thought the dog was under the couch moving it, which would have been a feat in itself because our couch only clears the floor by about an inch. I was asleep by then, therefore blissfully ignorant.)
Iris is 100% herself, back to watching TV with us and attacking any animals that show up on the screen. Last night I knew she was fine when she started devouring the dog food that had been untouched for twenty-four hours.