Last month there was an earthquake not too far from here. However, due to my recent inactive state of blogging, I missed my chance to write a stunning original piece on how the earthquake was an “amazing” experience which was both frightening/exciting on multiple levels where my life flashed before my eyes and I thought I was going to die and that this was the “big one.” The next paragraph would then tell the story of exactly what I was doing when the earthquake hit. Everybody else who lives here already blogged this, however, so I will forgo my opportunity even if the loss is felt acutely.
Or not. Actually, I didn’t think about anything during the earthquake except how I wanted to brace my bookcase to keep it from falling, but then decided that was a monumentally stupid idea, so went to stand in the closet instead which was also monumentally stupid considering the shelves of crap above my head. Then I went to the store and bought food because I didn’t have any.