BANG!
In which we're shaken but not stirred
In wasn't The Big One. Heck, it wasn't even a big one. But it was my first since moving back here to Seattle South.
I was lying in bed early this morning waiting for my alarm clock to go off (don't ask) when... BANG! Our Victorian suddenly lurched northward what felt like about a foot-and-half and creakily resettled back onto its foundation.
Gave me a bit of a start but, being an old San Franciscan, my first thought was, "Eh... about 3.4." Turns out it was 3.1, but it was close, centered just a mile off the coast of Pacifica.
Just big enough put some momentum into my morning.
In wasn't The Big One. Heck, it wasn't even a big one. But it was my first since moving back here to Seattle South.
I was lying in bed early this morning waiting for my alarm clock to go off (don't ask) when... BANG! Our Victorian suddenly lurched northward what felt like about a foot-and-half and creakily resettled back onto its foundation.
Gave me a bit of a start but, being an old San Franciscan, my first thought was, "Eh... about 3.4." Turns out it was 3.1, but it was close, centered just a mile off the coast of Pacifica.
Just big enough put some momentum into my morning.
posted by M2 at 9:15 AM
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