Two earthquakes yesterday. Little tiny ones, super short. Jolt left, jolt right, then done. Could have easily been someone slamming the front door really hard. Except everyone else in LA felt them too.
People who don't live near fault lines always seem to assume earthquakes are big and scary. I never could understand that because floods, hurricanes, tornadoes and blizzards always seemed far worse. I usually slept through earthquakes, they just weren't a huge deal. When the Northridge earthquake struck in 1994, my eyes were glued to the news coverage for a day or two, but there were no discernible effects of the quake where I lived an hour and a half south.
These days, however, my heart races for several minutes each time the ground moves. I think it's something about having Timmy with me and being responsible for protecting him from whatever happens. Maybe it's just my increasing awareness of what could happen if a really big one struck. Or maybe it's my lack of earthquake kits and earthquake insurance.
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