Wednesday, 14 May 2008
0335 Hours
Something wakes me up. It's The Better Half.
"What's going on?" I ask.
"I think it's an earthquake," she replies.
"Is the cat okay?"
"Cat? What about me?"
"Sorry, are you okay?"
"Yes. What should we do?"
I get out of bed. The cat is, indeed, fine (though, not quite the early-warning system as the legend would have you believe).
I use the "facilities," crawl into bed, check the local news radio station, find out that there was a 2.7 magnitude quake in Manhattan Beach, shut my eyes and fall back to sleep.
The Better Half still waits for me to try to figure out what to do.
Just another night in Southern California.
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