There was a nearby earthquake yesterday, which neither of us felt, but we suspect Moby did, because he jumped up into the dryer, loudly, at the correct time. Nothing impressive, no real damage. Cat is a bit tetchy today, currently in the Fortress of Solitude.
"I kinda like it in here, it's private."
(Cat quotes Jamie Hyneman.)
I have been in one, long ago, living in Detroit in a rickety third floor apartment. All the items on top of the fridge started to rattle, and I thought there was a malfunction of the fridge itself. Then I realized the whole apartment was shaking. It didn't last long, but left a distinct impression on me. Something on the Mississippi fault, I have not been able to find record of it online, from around 1982-3, can't precisely recall the year. Still, not a part of the country where one expects such earthy shenanigans.
D has never felt one, despite living in a city on a faultline all his life. There is a park right on the edge of it, now called Faultline Gardens, it used to just be Faultline Park, and has always had swings and playground equipment. A level bit on a fairly steep hill, the linked photo flattens the terrain. An apartment complex lies just below.
Warm and windy today, with loads of tree pollen.