I was 1.5 hours into my sleep when it hit (work night/sleep day). I woke up to the rolling and rumbling, and in a semi-dream state watched my cat respond in the same lethargic fashion. I remember wishing that it would stop, because the longer it went the greater the chance for real damage. As soon as it stopped I remembered that my wife works in an Historical Landmark building, meaning very old & bricks, but I was so wiped that I went back to sleep in seconds.
Well, turns out she was a mental wreck. She had to get up at 1am that morning to go down to the store (which is in Pioneer Square) to assess and clean up the storefront damage done by rioting suburban brat hordes in the name of Marti Graz. She did get back home for a few hours of sleep before taking Ben to daycare, then returned to the store only to experience one of her most dreaded fears, an earthquake. When she got home at 6pm, her legs were still shaking.
Yeah, she wasn't too pleased to learn that rather than calling her, I had gone right back to sleep.
Yeah, I know. I'm a bastard.
[This message has been edited by leonid (edited 03-01-2001).]
