A large earthquake rolled through California’s northern Bay Area early Sunday, damaging some buildings, igniting fires, knocking out power to tens of thousands and sending residents running out of their homes in the darkness.
That’s my hometown, Napa. I live fifteen minutes away in Vallejo. Let me tell you, waking up to an earthquake is the worst way of waking up. I’ve been through plenty of them in my time, but, damn. Just, the pits. The unease of another pending makes me sick to my stomach.
The first thing my husband did? He rolled over onto me, muttered ‘oh, shit’, then ‘we have to get [the baby]’, and bolted off, getting the baby, quake still rustling but over. I stayed behind, a little fuzzy.
No damage on our end. Well, a bowl broke in the sink. Alas. Still prefer this crap to tornadoes though. Screw that noise.
So this happened over the weekend.