My bedside lamp has a ball & chain pull, and the ball makes a wicked racket when it bangs up against the base. (Both are metal.)  I solved the problem by putting one of those tiny elastics around the ball, so that it makes a dull thud, instead.

In the middle of the night, though, it started clanging and woke me up. The bed was vibrating, and my first thought was that Dave was having a seizure.  I put my hand on his back, and he wasn’t moving, he just groaned in his sleep as a reaction to being grabbed.  And then the shaking stopped.

My second thought was earthquake, but that was ridiculous. In Maine? So I decided that the bed was possessed, our house haunted, and I would deal with it in the morning.  I looked at the clock, and it was 1:20 am.

I mentioned it to Dave this morning, and he thought it was one of the big planes that land overnight.  Those don’t wake me up, usually, and the bed was moving which was weird in and of itself.  But, sure, maybe low-flying plane (we’re on the flight path when the weather turns, but most of the time the air traffic goes in the opposite direction of our house) was what woke me up.

I googled "earthquake maine" this morning though, and HO-LEE SHIT!  I was totally woken up by an earthquake. I’m bummed it happened in the middle of the night.  What’s odd is that the last quake in Maine, I WAS awake, drinking tea at Amy’s apartment at the kitchen table, and she totally felt it, and I felt nothing.  But last night, I was woken from a dead sleep by one. Huh. 

And, I’m glad that my husband has not developed a seizure disorder, and that my bed is not possessed by angry spirits.