Just crawled out from beneath the rubble to let you know we’re still here. When the quake struck we were two or more hours into a delicious sleep at our Nest, which you’ll recall is virtually on the beach. It was 1:30 am. Happy Wife leaped out of bed and announced, “We’re leaving NOW!” The entire house lurched and listed like a drunkard leaving the tavern. Must’ve lasted 40 seconds or more. That’s a frightfully long 40 seconds in case you’ve never experienced something like this. And I haven’t, not in the 25 years I’ve lived here. This one was very scary. At first I thought she feared the house might collapse if it kept shaking like it was, and it was bad enough I feared it might too, but as I started to come around I got her real concern — Beach. Ocean. Tsunami.
That never occurred, thankfully, given the quake was deep (~50 miles), so eventually we settled down and went back to bed. The Dog insisted on sleeping with us the rest of the night, sensing our fear I suppose. At some point his anal sacs went off. If you’ve never experienced this particular “fragrance”, well, lucky you.