At 7:47AM Pacific Coast Time I was sitting at my computer, minding my own business, and eating breakfast when a 3.5 rumbler shook my pint glass of iced coffee. Work crews have been disturbing the peace and quiet levels at my residence for the past couple of weeks, so at first I thought some of the workers dropped some heavy machinery in the basement. A simple check of the USGS website proved differently. A 3.5er centered just a few miles from where I sat was the undeniable culprit. Candace, who was sitting down at the table with me felt the shaking. Ashley and Veronica, who were still in their beds didn't feel a thing.
The Bay Area is used to earthquakes and the only inconvenience that I read about was the BART subway system having minor delays so that the tracks could be checked. Other than that life goes on. For most people that live here today's quake will be just another in a long line of minor earthquake memories, but for me the sight and sound of ice gently slapping against the sides of my pint glass is not something I will soon forget. Welcome to California, more than a year later!
