I Felt the Earth Move

So there was an earthquake in Virginia on Tuesday.  Did you know that?  Did your news feed overflow with status updates saying "what was that?" and "was that an earthquake?".  Did you get text messages from friends whose calls couldn't go through asking, if you were alive?  Did you overreact?

I did.  Yep. All of those.

I also called J-Man to tell him that I  had been in an earthquake so he needed to call me back.  Little miss east coaster didn't realize that what can be felt in Old Town can also be felt 30 miles away by the airport.  I thought these things were city specific.

I also thought that thing was a bomb.  Or a poorly engineered building implosion about which I had not been informed.  I heard the bricks fall off the building next door and raced to the doorframe.  My only coherent thought (which is silly now knowing what minimal danger I was actually in) was that I'd never meet baby peg.  So much for my life flashing before my eyes.

So boss lady and I squeezed into the doorframe for the shaking.  Then grabbed our purses, our droids, and I grabbed my half-eaten lunch (when you graze, lunch lasts from 11-2 ok?!) and sprinted down the stairs and outside.

All of Old Town was abuzz.  The police came to look at the damage to the building next door.  They used crime scene tape to block it all off.  I'm guessing the perpetrator was Mother Nature...? 

We waited until we were sure we wouldn't die getting our cars from the parking garage, sprinted in, pedal-to-the-medaled it out, and worked from home.

Yep, I don't mess around with these "moderate" earthquakes.  I have no shame in my reaction.

I do have a little shame in the media's reaction.  Luckily that led to lots of laughs of "damage" photos. Want to see the damage to my apartment?

Intense!  I mean, imagine if it had actually fallen in the crack. Or if I'd lost that Christmas candle that I haven't lit in a good 8 months.  How would we have recovered?

All things considered, the quake was like a little blessing. It got me and J-Man both home by 3:30 for a relaxing afternoon.  It marked the last day (knock really hard on real wood) of nausea, and the next morning when I got to hear peg's 160bpm heartbeat I realized it was probably just him/her letting everyone from Georgia to Ohio to Toronto know that he/she is around to stay, so watch out!