Remember that scene in the movie Under The Volcano when Geoffrey Firmin, a totally drunk former British consul at a bar in Quauhnahuac, Mexico, looks up at the door and sees his estranged wife, Yvonne? She hadn't said she was flying in from the US, so he thinks she's just a booze-inspired hallucination. Slightly trembling, he continues his conversation with a fellow drunk, pretending she's not there.
Well, sitting on my couch typing in my laptop yesterday I felt a movement of the the entire room in a slight sideways direction, once to the left, then to the right, and back again, which made me sway a bit in response to each move. Then nothing.
I wondered, what in hell was that? Or did I imagine it? Am I sliding into dementia?
Half an hour later I was ever so pleased to see the news plastered all over the TV. It was real! Thank god. My first earthquake.