You know, I woke up at around 4:30 a.m. and felt the bed shaking, as if a train was going by. Roxie’s little bed is parked at the foot of ours and for a second I thought she was having a vigorous scratch, but I heard her give a sleepy sigh and I knew that wasn’t it. I was only half awake so I thought, “Ehhh…whatever.”

Then I got up 90 minutes later to get my day going and saw this on the news.

How bizarre!

I’ve always loved San Francisco…