By this time, I'm guessing that most of you have heard about the 6.0-magnitude earthquake that hit Napa early Sunday morning. In case you weren't aware, the earthquake was very much felt here in San Francisco too, although there wasn't any noticeable damage.
Since the experience is still on my mind, I figured I'd dedicate today's blog post to my little earthquake story.
After going to bed super late on Saturday night (no, we weren't out partying - we just spent the first part of the night sleeping on our couch with all the lights on after accidentally falling asleep while watching TV), I woke up at 3:25-ish CONVINCED that someone was trying to break into our apartment. This is the thing, y'all - earthquakes are loud (which was also my main takeaway from living through a hurricane five years ago. Clearly sound = bad).
When I woke up, what I thought I heard was someone slamming on the doors in our apartment hallway. What I most likely actually heard was the doors slamming into their own frames as the building swayed around them.
When I woke up, for a split second I did consider the fact that maybe it was an earthquake that had startled me out of sleep. But then I looked around and none of our light fixtures were swaying, so I ruled that option out immediately (note to self: check Twitter next time before closing the case). I then preceded to wake my husband up, make him go close our apartment windows, and dig my flashlight out of my nightstand to use as a weapon when the intruder came back. You know, the flashlight I keep in my nightstand in case of...earthquakes.
Luckily, the flashlight did not need to be called into service as either an anti-burglar device or as a post-earthquake necessity. When I woke up again at 8AM (and let me tell you - I'm surprised I even managed to fall asleep again after all this) I had an email from one of my coworkers checking to make sure everyone had made it through the earthquake okay. Ohhhhhhh....an earthquake. That made a LOT more sense than my thief-in-the-night theory.
All in all, I'm not so impressed with my and my husband's survival skills when it comes to earthquakes - the first two I experienced (a mid-day earthquake and its aftershock a few hours later) I immediately assumed were shaking caused by a passing 18-wheeler. Not a truck? I should get under the table? Well, too late. The third earthquake we experienced we both slept straight through. It turns out it's SUPER disconcerting to go to work in the morning where everyone's talking about how they jolted awake last night and you're like...why? Noisy neighbors? Oh, an earthquake? What earthquake? And the fourth one...well, I mistook it for an invisible marauder. But my plan for fighting that marauder off was solid, y'all.
Per the (recent) usual, my blog posting will likely be inconsistent this week - I'm flying to Atlanta today for a work meeting, and then flying back Tuesday evening. I don't foresee getting a lot of blogging time in between my two 9+ hour travel sessions. Oh well. I'm sure the meeting will be a good experience, and once it's over it's only a few days until Labor Day weekend! All in all, it can't be too bad of a week, right?
Have a great Monday.