3.31.25: Earthquake

There was an earthquake the other day and it totally tripped me out. One second everything was normal, and the next, my whole building was swaying like it was made of rubber. Pictures fell off the walls and shattered on the floor. Cooper bolted straight under the sofa and wouldn’t come out for hours. I just stood there, frozen, trying to figure out if I should run, hide, or just ride it out. It’s one thing to know earthquakes happen—but it’s a whole different thing to feel the ground move beneath you. Makes everything feel a little less solid.