This morning, around 4 a.m., I woke up to what I thought was a wind gust or low-flying helicopter rattling the windows.
Jake knew immediately that we had felt An Earthquake! and told me later that he was already mapping our emergency plan (grab the cats, get to the center of the room. When the rumbling is over, pack only what we need and high tail it for his aunt’s house in West Hollywood. From there, we either hike to San Francisco, Portland, Oregon or Jackson, Wyoming to start a new life in the post-apocalyptic world).
“Should I tweet about it?” he asked me.
Of course! We both did. He also texted his aunt, who is the queen of preparedness (she has an escape ladder in each of her children’s bedroom closets. They’re both in their 20s now). She was awake and confirmed that the 4.4 magnitude earthquake had rattled L.A. around 4 a.m., but that no one was reporting injuries.
Turns out we weren’t the other only ones tweeting.No comments