Apparently, last night at 3:59 AM (this would be on the 10th), northern Illinois was hit by a 3.8 magnitude earthquake. This level of earthquake is often felt, but usually doesn't cause any damage. According to various reports, many people were jolted awake by it.
Not me, though. Nope. Slept like a log through the whole thing.
This ticked me off for two reasons:
First of all, I didn't go to bed last night until about 3:30. If I had waited just a bit longer, I wouldn't have missed it.
Secondly, this is the *second* earthquake to hit Illinois that I have slept through. On April 18, 2008, an earthquake hit southern Illinois with an epicenter near Mount Carmel. I was at a math conference at ISU in Normal that day. The earthquake struck at a similar time of day (4:37 AM) and was of comparable strength from that distance (I think estimates at the time were around 4.0-4.5).
Of course, I didn't find out about the damn thing until the morning news.
Now, granted, these temblors (isn't that a neat word?) were nothing like industrial-strength Tokyo Tower-Topplers, but they're likely to be the best we can get in Illinois. At least until the New Madrid fault rips the country wide open and turns the Mississippi River into Mississippi Bay.
But why can't I ever seem to *witness* any of them?
Ah, well. I guess this is just one more thing to add to my (already lengthy) list of idiosyncrasies:
Somnially impervious to Midwestern earthquakes.