Wee!

There be earthquakes!

That was kinda fun. Ok, maybe it's only fun if your house doesn't come tumbling down on you. It's like 4:30 in the morning and I'm sacked out on the couch due to, well... intestinal distress. I feel this whomp whomp that I associate with a helicopter rotor wash and think to myself "damn, that's waaay too close." But in the haze of fitfull sleep, it takes a few moments to realize I don't hear a helicopter. Lisa comes running out of the bedroom, Bryan's crying and I'm looking in the backyard for a helicopter. Meg sleeps through it all.

With my intestinal distress mostly under control, Bryan and I wander back to my bed. Lisa, journalist/blogger/Twitter addict that she is, decides now's a good time to Twitter and blog about geotectonic disturbances. Great fun.