The Weblog of Erik Arvidsson
This morning at 04:42 I felt my first real earthquake since moving to San Francisco. It was very short and it was over before I knew it. However, it left me a feeling of emptiness and I felt a lot more frightened than I would ever have expected.
Ah, the difference between a native and a newcomer… Susan mumbled something around that time about “is that an earthquake”, to which I mumbled back “err… I guess… snnnnooorrreee”.
Been her @ 10 yrs. I think that’s the third one I’ve slept through.
Heh, it woke me up too (also my first) – but at the time I thought it was just a big truck driving by or some rowdy neighbors downstairs.
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