We just had a mighty strong earthquake here. (Or “earthquack” as I wrote first.) I had to run to the doorway … the family room was swaying just a bit too much for my taste. Turns out, though, that it wasn’t as strong as the 1989; the epicenter (epicentre?) was just closer to us. And yes, I was actually scared.

And now my headache is back. (My brain doesn’t really appreciate it when immovable things are moving around me!)

No damage, but one of Kelsey’s pictures was nearly gored by a ceramic cow. Whew! Close call. (Or would that be “cattle call”? Oh. Sorry. Earthquakes do weird things to me.)