Earthquake Country
Sitting here, feet up, Ms. Emmy on my lap, listening to the radio over the Internet when we were briefly jolted by a small (three point something or other they say) quake. Ms. Emmy was not amused and scooted toward the bedroom before turning and sitting with a worried look on her face. I continued to sit on the chair during the very brief moments of the quake, brief yes, but long enough to wonder if I were being stupid by not moving: what if it turned out to be the "Big One", books flying, buildings sliding into the street? Hi ho, around we go, in Oakland.
But it wasn't. Not yet. "Pre-shocks"? Are there not predictor shocks as well as after shocks? Ah, well. Wednesday, a week before Christmas. I've got to get my act together and send some cards and stuff. Tomorrow. Maybe Friday. Here in earthquake country.
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