You again
It felt like a giant mole — and I mean a very very big, humongous mole — tunnelling its way along in a straight line, extremely rapidly and just a couple of feet below where we were lounging, en famille, watching a movie on the TV.
Nature evidently decided I was becoming too blasé about its powers and organised for an earthquake to bring me back to my senses. An earthquake in Berkeley to be precise.
According to the trustworthy folks at USGS it had a magnitude of 3.7 and its epicentre was 2 miles east of Berkeley. Which means it ran directly under our collective butts if they measure from the city centre. (Or, put a more scientific way, of the 5,302 reports on the earthquake sent to USGS by lay people in the 40 minutes or so after it happened, 144 were from people who share my postcode, the only one to have a Zero in the column headed “Average distance [km] from epicentre”.)
OK, I felt it. I get the message.