At 9pm, we had a quake. Centered just 7 miles south down the highway from my place. Rated as a 4.1.
It lasted long enough for me to realize...OH SHIT...and run for a doorway. Things shook and creaked. The damn TV even moved!!!
Hey, you're in Cali girl...you know it happens. Well, sure, but...
You never know when they'll happen. And that's what shakes me up.
Freaks me out when they happen. Any other time, I don't think about them.
Talked to Spencer, who is over at his Dad's in San Francisco. And he felt it. 24 miles away.
He was shook up, I was shook up.
Back to normal now. Sheez.