So there I was, sitting in my chair during a light Colorado rainstorm, watching vintage rock ’n’ roll videos on YouTube with Eric Clapton pouring through my Apple earbuds like it was 1977 again.
Then it happened.
A quick jolt.
Not a dramatic Hollywood earthquake. No dishes flying. No ceiling collapse. Just enough of a sudden shake to make me stop and think:
“Hold up… was that the earth moving, or did Slowhand just hit a note so hard it rattled Douglas County?”
The chair shook briefly and then stopped.
Most importantly: the dog did not freak out.
And dogs are basically furry seismic detection systems with opinions.
No barking.
No panic.
No sprinting through the house like the apocalypse had arrived.
Which means this probably lands somewhere between:
- tiny ground vibration
- distant thunder rumble
- heavy truck
- house settling
- or Colorado reminding everyone it occasionally wiggles a little
Still, when you combine:
light rain + noise-isolating earbuds + vintage rock + complete silence otherwise…
your brain immediately starts narrating life like a Discovery Channel disaster documentary.
For a second there, I was halfway convinced Eric Clapton himself had bent spacetime with a guitar solo.
Thankfully, the house is standing.
The dog remains emotionally unavailable.
And the rain continues.
It’s My Life 