It's About Time...

About a half hour ago (11:42 am) there was a 5.8 (prelim) mag earthquake near Chino, which I wonderfully felt on the 9th floor (swaying and a rockin') of my workplace in El Segundo. Once you realize there is nothing you could do and accepted the earthquake was happening, it was pretty cool. First thing was I went to the window to watch the streets below and saw all the lamp posts swaying and I knew it was okay when I still saw planes landing and taking off at LAX (we have a view of the south landing strip). While cells seemed to be down, with good ol' Verizon, I was still able to leave a voicemail with my wife (and vice versa). Linh was at a shoe store with Spencer (now 15 1/2 months) and everything is okay.

So, the other day I was lamenting how I hadn't felt an earthquake in a long, long time. I seem to be driving or something and miss all the moderate ones we've had. After feeling today's, I don't really miss it. Which reminds me, I haven't been on a roller coaster in a long, long time. Also, yesterday, I was browsing around in one of our buildings and they had a radar map of the LA area where in small print at the bottom was that the most prominent feature on the map was the San Andreas fault, but I couldn't see it. So I was going to look up the fault to try to remember where it exactly is but never had the time. I guess I'll do that now...