This morning at about 5:40 a.m. it sounded like a train rolled quietly through our house. I was having a restless night reading on the couch under the big picture window in the living room. I wasn't sure what it was until I heard David, half asleep, say from the bedroom, "Get away from the windows." He thought it was a tornado, we are in the Midwest after all. The dogs didn't make a peep. I guess they're preparing to be jaded SoCal pups. They don't get out of bed for a measly 5.2. No harm done, though my sleep was then interrupted by the garbage truck, which I mistook for an aftershock.
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still standing
1 year ago
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