I suppose it stands to reason that following an earthquake, there are aftershocks. But after hearing reports of two of them that I didn’t notice, I thought the ground shaking would be done for the day. You can imagine my surprise, then, when the bed, where I was sitting with the baby, starting shaking, and I saw the walls vibrating again.
You’d also think that after the first one, I would have realized right away what this was. Nope. I honestly thought at first that the washer was off balance and vibrating the upstairs, which it has been known to do on occasion. Then I realized that the washer hadn’t been running for about 20 minutes. After checking with my husband at work, and learning that he didn’t feel a thing, I thought perhaps the excitement of the morning had gotten to me, but when I checked the newspaper a little while later, I learned that I was, in fact, correct. A 2.6 aftershock, the strongest one yet. Still small beans compared to truly earthquake prone areas, but exciting enough to add a little something to my Friday!
At least this time I didn’t start listening for trumpets and looking to see if the Lord was returning. I doubt I could handle that kind of excitement!
This has been a very interesting day so far, and it’s not even lunchtime!