Holy hockey mom!
The Philadelphia area experienced aftershocks from an earthquake!
My desk shook, the book shelves shook.
I am shaken.
I realize that it could be worse. That there could be buildings crumbling, people lost in rubble, more than an annoying few minutes cell phone outage, giant waves washing away the books from the shelves. I am thankful that it wasn’t but holy cow!
In the height of my post earthquake mania I called the peeps, Mom, Buffy, The Bee, Charleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeene, Effin Guy who all reported they were
Mom: OK But what kind of truck was that?
Buffy: Are you STILL upset? Hahahahahahahahahahaha!
The Bee: I didn’t feel anything, I was getting lunch
Charleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeene: She’s asleep probably
Effin Guy: What quake?
And then my uncle Marvo Marvo who asked, as only he can, why does the damn earth have to move before you call me?
I’m still shaken; I’m not ashamed to admit but I think this is a reminder that I need to pick up the phone and keep in touch.
What say you?