Yup, an earthquake.
Yes, we had an earthquake last night. It woke us both up, shaking the bed and rattling windows and doors. (The windows were rattling as though a strong gust had hit them, but then again the interior doors were rattling just as hard. Plus, shaking bed.) A couple drawers shimmied open. No damage for us, though neither of us could really get back to sleep afterwards.
Of course, it’s the only thing anybody can discuss at the office today. I’m just mildly surprised that nobody so far has mentioned December 3, 1990, when half of my sixth-grade class was mysteriously absent.
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