I Felt the Earth Move Under My Feet

So tonight, I am lying on top of my bed, curled up under my favorite quilt, reading a book. My bed is up against a wall, and my pillows are propped up against the wall. All of sudden, the wall feels like jello, and the bed feels like a water bed. I am not kidding. It was over so fast I wondered if I had just imagined it. Mike was on the computer in the other room, and all of a sudden he runs in and asks if I felt that. Yes, I most certainly did feel that.

According to earthquake.usgs.gov, there WAS in fact an earthquake in northern California tonight, a 5.2 magnitude to be exact. It was, however, 35 miles east of where I am, which is essentially the middle of nowhere. No damage has been reported, just shaking. Of this, I can personally attest.

It's a bit exciting and a bit frightening, really more frightening than exciting. This was my first earthquake experience, and frankly I'd like it to stay that way. It was so light that the hutch full of Mike's glass art just made a racket, but nothing fell or moved around. So, yeah. Earthquakes. Guess I really do live in California. Being surrounded by cows, sometimes I wonder.