Sign of the times?

Is this a sign?

 

On October 16^th of this year, I felt the earth move under my feet.  It didn’t last long, but it was enough for me to recognize it as an earthquake.   It measured 4.0 in magnitude.

Today, October 26^th, all the news outlets are preparing the upper east coast for Hurricane Sandy which has also been dubbed the “Frankenstorm” because of the widespread havoc she can cause if she merges with a cold front.

 

 

Uh, I’m from Illinois.  We deal with excessive heat, artic temperatures, ice storms and minor earthquakes. We know that at 10AM on the first Tuesday of the month that the tornado sirens will be tested.  If we hear that signature wail at any other time, we are to proceed to the inside rooms or into the basement with no questions asked. I’m taking comfort in that I already know what should be included in a survival kit.

This is my first time living in the Boston area. It’s bad enough that my beach time was stunted by a great white shark attack this summer, but to have an earthquake and the threat of a hurricane within a 2 week span is pure CRAZINESS.

I really want to think that this is purely coincidence.

I hope it is purely coincidence.

If not, I’m heading back to Chicago because self-preservation ranks *very* highly on my list of priorities. You can call me a chicken, but at least I’ll be a living clucking chicken. 

Dead chickens are called dinner.