I woke up at 5:30ish realizing the room was moving. Irrationally I thought it might be because of the geothermal installation – maybe the foundations had been disturbed and the house was going to fall down! Or maybe there were burglars, as I heard a crash downstairs. As my brain kicked into gear, I realized it must be an earthquake, leapt (I got air, I tell you) out of bed, and stood in a door, but it was pretty much over by then. I came down stairs anyway to see if it was burglars. It wasn’t.
Nothing was damaged, so far as I can see. My first thought was to call my husband but I didn’t want to risk waking him up; typical academic my second was to go online and see if it was indeed an earthquake. But, of course, minutes afterwards, and still half fogged, the news was not yet posted on my local newspaper’s website. And I wasn’t thinking clearly enough to go to the USGS or somewhere.
Amped up on adrenaline, I didn’t get back to sleep until shortly after 6, when the dawn chorus was in full throat. It will be a tiring day, and another day of commuting, *sigh.*
At the same time, I’m excited I felt an earthquake, and one with little consequences for my community. I had been in earthquakes as a baby in California, but don’t remember them; all my other potential earthquake incidences I was in a basement and so felt nothing. But now – now! I have an earthquake story from my second-story bedroom.
As I was trying to get back to sleep (and failing), I was thinking about how people with kids explain earthquakes to them. Can anyone enlighten me? Did kids think last night’s earthquake was “cool!” or more scary? or both?
Hope you and yours were safe!