When I was in San Francisco, I swayed merrily through a 4.5 earthquake at seven stories. Once I rehung the pictures, we went out for drinks and I forgot it happened.
I was reminded today as I kept my lunch down – barely – during a 5.9 epicenter 30 miles from my house. There were no pictures to rehang at work (maybe at home?) but instead of having a drink, I’m trying to reach RR at daycare with no cell phone reception.
I’m pretty sure you can guess which is worse. I’ve since learned two things: first, she’s fine. Second, I’m a totally different person. Totally. I like it.