I tend to rise early, so was up and on the computer when it suddenly felt like a truck had slammed into the lair. Now, we get a lot of wind and some “interesting” wind gusts and my first thought was that this was the case. Then, it felt like the truck dropped into low and kept pusing. Having experienced a couple of tremors while visiting California and Japan, my next thought was “You have got to be frelling kidding me.”
Sure enough, it was an earthquake. 5.4 and if it was like that here, I don’t want to know what it was like for the people in West Salem, IL.
My first reaction was to both watch the walls and look for damage starting, and to get to the back door as Jenny was outside. As I opened the door, here came Jenny around the side of the lair, wanting in now and with a bit of a scared look and a bit of “I didn’t do it” mixed on her face.
She has now had a treat, and I am getting breakfast, and there appears to be no structural or other damage aside from needing to re-level some framed items. Jenny is relaxed, and giving me looks as I whistle “It’s the End of the World as We Know It” but then again she oft doesn’t appreciate my sense of humor.
Hope your day got started with coffee instead, and that all in the area are okay.
LW
