We’re down, the animals stirring and trying to keep warm, REM sleep still far the road – when WHAMMO, a 3.6 Shaker rolls through the East Bay, the 24/680 and… our bed.
We go into survival mode, peel the cat claws out of our hide, and take stock – popping onto our Facebook page to see if anyone else felt what we felt or if it was time to call the men in the white coats…
… and there you all were. Almost like you were waiting.
We had a good time talking with you all and waiting for our nerves to settle, surprised by how funny some people can be at 3:38 a.m. and resolving to trim the cat’s talons a little before the next one hits…
It was a party!