We've been experiencing a swarm of earthquakes.
One last night, three this morning (so far).
Last night's was a 4.5, today's have been a 4.5, a 3.4 and a 2.9.
Like bad Olympic scores.
All of them centered a few miles from here in The Land Of Gracious Living™, Yorba Linda.
As a native Californian, we tend to get a little blasé about earthquakes, shrugging off anything smaller than a 5.0. But I've learned an important lesson this morning...
There is experiencing and earthquake.
And...
There is experiencing an earthquake WHEN YOU'RE SITTING RIGHT ON TOP OF THE FUCKING EPICENTER.
I'm still shaking. No pun intended.
