We were hit with an earthquake (earlier today as I write this, yesterday as this is posted); preliminary reports had it at a 5.8 with the epicenter about 85 miles away from DC. I was at work and it took a second to realize it wasn’t someone rolling a heavy cart down the hallway. I was all “What the?” (as I moved to stand in the doorframe of my office) because earthquakes aren’t all that common in this area. But I’ve been through the experience a few times before.
I came home to find that entropy had increased in my abode from the shakin’ and bakin’. Most of the top row of CDs (Beatles through Dire Straits) had fallen, and many things on another set of shelves had tipped over or made it to the ground.
Also check out Virginia earthquake waves ripple across the US! from the Bad Astronomer
Looks like I will be busy fulfilling my duties as a member of an American chapter of the Society for Putting Things on Top of Other Things
OMG is that a maltese falcon on your shelf? Love it.
Yes, that is indeed the stuff that dreams are made of.