We've had a tiring day. Art did his marathon run training this morning at 5:00 AM. I was in the garage painting the tool closet. We both ended up needing an afternoon nap. I was lying down reading when Art got up from his nap, joined me and was just saying I should rest until we were ready to leave for a graduation party this evening.That's when the bed started to shake! What the heck!
"It's an earthquake," Art informed me. He grew up on the Big Island. He's used to earthquakes. I'm not. I'm thinking the house better not fall down when I've just finished priming the closet.
And then it stopped. I just checked the US Geological Survey and they'd already reported it.
Good grief! I hope that's it! How come I don't ever remember feeling earthquakes when I was a kid. This seems to be a recent development or maybe I just wasn't paying attention.
It was only a 3.5 earthquake; just enough to shake the bed.
As we got up to clean and put away our painting equipment I asked Art, "Hey, we were just lying on the bed when the earthquake struck. I should have asked, Did the earth move for you?"
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