I woke up dreaming about Godzilla. Apparently my husband tried, unsuccessfully, to wake me and tell me about the earthquake when it happened. He had been sitting up and talking with his sister on the phone to keep her company. She was in Connecticut staying awake to keep the sump pump going – her ancient septic tank had burst with all the rain and melting snow. All the way round, it was not such a good night. My friend in Tokyo posted on facebook that she was O.K. but things were still shaking. I took students to the space exhibit at the Nature and Science Museum. The students researched their questions about mass and weight, the possibility of colonizing Mars, the life cycle of a star. All the while in the background, projected on an enormous globe, were the progress of the shockwaves and resulting tsunamis from 2004 and a live feed of the earthquake news on the screen next to it. Tonight is opening night for my younger daughter in HMS Pinafore and for my older daughter in Once Upon a Mattress. So I took them out for chocolate afterwards. We all needed a bit of chocolate. What a day.