Quake Redecorating

​We had a 4.5 earthquake ​last night, with the epicenter not far from my apartment. I was in bed when it happened and it felt as if a giant had picked up the apartment and was shaking it side to side. 

​I immediately checked my quake tracker app and saw something very odd. The app showed the location of the quake as a place called Waldon, when according to the city streets and landmarks shown on the map, the quake occurred in Pleasant Hill.

Well, it turns out both are correct. Waldon was a census designated area within Pleasant Hill for the 2000 census. ​​Who knew? Thanks, earthquake for teaching me about census designated areas. ​

As far as damage from the quake, there wasn't any where I am. ​This morning, I noticed a few knickknacks overturned. A bottle of eye drops fell out of the medicine cabinet when I opened it. But I didn't really notice much in the way of physical evidence of the quake until I got to the office.

In the hallway, one of the frames that support the fire sprinklers had shaken ​free and was on the floor. Plaster dust dotted every surface inside the office. Drawers had ​popped open, giving the place the appearance of having been tossed by a burglar.

Tonight when I got home and went to work on the computer, I noticed that my keyboard had tried to escape off the back of the keyboard tray.

​I'm very grateful that the quake wasn't bigger and that the myriad pre- and aftershocks were small. For this East Coast born and raised girl, earthquakes are still scary, even after ​having lived in California for twenty years now.

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Uh-oh! My monitor is shimmying on its extendable arm. Darn it, we're having another quake. What irony!

​Okay, this one wasn't as strong. Only 3.4. But really, now how am I supposed to fall asleep tonight?

​​Oy!

You know, maybe it's time to find another place to live! LOL