Shook up

For the record, the nights I've slept without some lights on at my new place since I've been here have been few and far between. Turns out, I'm a HUGE whimp. I don't watch scary movies, and right now there's an AD for one that creeps me right out. I slept on my parents floor when I was scared once, I don't even remember what spooked me, but I was 22. Now that you're properly prefaced, remember that earthquake we had last week? I was home alone, with the cat. Reading my book in bed. I heard intense creaking above me, like 100 people all jumped on the floor at once. And then my bed shook, real good. I was petrified. First I didn't move, I was hoping I could keep reading and forget it happened. Then my phone started going off. Yup, earthquake alright. I was messaging my auntie in LA who's been through tonnes. She found this:

I went to stay at a friends house. I was worried it was just a tremor for the bigger, badder earthquake. I was still shaking like a leaf when I got there. My co-worker pointed out that driving was silly, "don't the roads just crack open right up and suck you up?" That's a nice thought... Here's the freaky part though. Earlier that night I was organizing all my photos, a modest 2000 in four months, off my phone to make room. I'd put them on my computer and my removable disk drive, just to be safe. Then I thought I'd put the disk drive in my earthquake kit, so if I need to leave in a hurry, I have it. I found it in the back of my storage room and thought, "well that's silly, it needs to be closer to an exit!" So I picked it up, and moved it. I moved my earthquake kit closer to the door the night we had one. Do I think I'm psychic? Absolutely not. Is it possible it's not entirely a coincidence? Maybe. Weird things sometimes happen when you got someone on the other side looking out for ya I'm thinking.