When it began, it began with a quease-inducing up and down and back and forth. As it intensified, the bay doors began to rattle. Then, really rattle.
“This is it,” I thought.
The door out through a block wall is a bare arm’s length and a half to the left of where I type. But, it was double-locked. It would take a moment of focus to unlock and open as the shaking grew more violent, the block wall most likely the first to catastrophically fail.
So I scooted my chair directly back while dismounting and slid under my other desk. This being a welding shop, I built the desk. The desk is designed to support two eighteen-wheel tractors piled on top of each other in static load.
Haven’t found out yet about dynamic load.
Figured this time, I would.
I’ve been in Southern California since 1961. This is the closest I’ve been to something that big.
As it was, a small aluminum shim under my credenza was dislodged and hit my forehead. As soon as I recover, I will file with FEMA.
