signs of the apocaly^H^H^H^H
…OK, well I guess I can cross something off my bucket list.
The DC area was nudged by an earthquake centered about 82 miles southwest in Virginia. A 5.8 one, down there. The shake lasted a few seconds, long enough to know it wasn’t a bomb blast.
While we did have a tiny earthquake last year, that one barely woke me out of a sound sleep, so I never counted it.
At work, someone suggested that people move to the doorways. I think the current behavior in vogue is to move close to a solid wall instead. In any event, most east-coast office walls are made of gypsum and steel 2x4s with all the thickness of a tin can.
Traffic lights went out in DC, but parking ticket meter-maids continued their crucial work undeterred.
A few bricks fell from really old stone buildings downtown. Everyone who was embarrassed last winter when a half inch of white stuff closed schools in their district can start laughing. Five seconds of rumbling today has managed to close all the public schools for tomorrow for inspection, but officials assure me that the dozen bridges I crossed on the way home today were perfectly safe.
I had a few things knocked off my desk on the third floor at home.
We had the snowpocalypse a year and a half ago, the “earthquake of the century” today, and I suppose a good chance of a hurricane at the end of this week.
