Jolted
I woke up to a 4.4 earthquake at 4:04 this morning.
It's always very disorienting to wake up that way. It typically takes me a minute to figure out what happened. (Zach telling me there was an earthquake usually helps.)
I'm shaken awake fairly frequently, given that I share a bed with a somnambulist, so earthquake isn't the first thing that pops into my mind—especially when I look up and see Zach already out of bed.
We froze for a moment, tried to figure out where we were supposed to stand, gave up on that, then went downstairs and checked the U.S. Geological Survey site.
Once we saw that it was a minor quake, we went back to bed.
It's very strange—kind of like hearing a toddler fall down, waiting to see if there's going to be any wailing, and then going about your business once you know that nothing earth-shattering happened.
Even if something earth-shaking did.
It's always very disorienting to wake up that way. It typically takes me a minute to figure out what happened. (Zach telling me there was an earthquake usually helps.)
I'm shaken awake fairly frequently, given that I share a bed with a somnambulist, so earthquake isn't the first thing that pops into my mind—especially when I look up and see Zach already out of bed.
We froze for a moment, tried to figure out where we were supposed to stand, gave up on that, then went downstairs and checked the U.S. Geological Survey site.
Once we saw that it was a minor quake, we went back to bed.
It's very strange—kind of like hearing a toddler fall down, waiting to see if there's going to be any wailing, and then going about your business once you know that nothing earth-shattering happened.
Even if something earth-shaking did.
posted by Jody Rosen Knower at 8:57 PM
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