Rocking and Rolling in the OC

We just had an earthquake. 3.6, a couple miles WNW of us, so right in the neighborhood and practically underneath us. There was a bit of a rumble, then one good sharp jolt and some rattling. So far, no apparent damage, but everybody including the cats were a bit freaked.

We've all calmed down now, but for a while, I'll be jumping every time the wind makes a branch creak or a big truck drives down the alley. It's California. Earthquakes are what we do.

More!

That 3.6? That was a foreshock. We just got a 5.1, followed shortly by another 3.6. Also a bunch of little wee ones, but we don't count those.

So far, we have a bunch of broken wineglasses and small bric-a-brac and lots of things on the floor. I'll be digging out the epoxy tomorrow. Wineglasses aren't worth it, but the half-doll certainly is. I guess I'd better go check the bedroom and push stuff back onto shelves before we get a encore.

I don't think I'll be going out tomorrow...