Well, I enjoyed my earthquake. How about you? (I'm not enjoying the adrenaline hangover, however. Headache and bodyache. Damn glands.)

5.9, jeesh. That's a heck of an east coast quake. The epicenter was less than 75 miles south of us. I watched the entire house sway from side to side. No, sway is too mild a word. It doesn't convey the speed and intensity of the movement. I saw the walls and ceiling flex, people. Over and over. If I'd been on the stairs, I don't know if I'd have kept my balance.

Amazingly, not a thing seems to have fallen and no cracks have appeared. Trust me, given the quality construction (ha!), that's a miracle in and of itself.

Mom and I agree that Dad would have loved it.