It always starts out the same.
From a deep sleep, I’m swimming up to wakefulness, then snapped into fighting mode, Who’s shaking the bed?!
It’s kind of a helpless feeling, knowing that there’s nothing to do except to lay there and wait it out, listening to the screens rattle.
After moving back from Taiwan, I would wake up in the middle of the night, thinking my bed was shaking, knowing full well that Nashville ain’t got no earthquakes. It took about a year for those nightmares to stop.
Then I moved to San Francisco.
The epicenter was near Napa last night, and the town is pretty damaged. 6.0 earthquakes don’t play around. I think we mostly only felt the rocking in the city, but everyone’s ok.