At 7:09 this morning I was jarred awake by a loud rumble, a shaking bed, and a chest of drawers banging violently against the wall. The shaking went on for about 20 seconds. It was the biggest earthquake in this area in 60 years and the first quake I’ve ever experienced in my 20+ years living here. I’m sure some of our members in California are used to this sort of thing, but it was a scary, helpless feeling for a first-timer. With the weirdness of the Corona Virus already in the air, this earthquake felt a little apocalyptic, very weird timing. Luckily no deaths have been reported. Our airport received major damage and has been evacuated and shut down, and 55,000 homes are without power. Thankfully mine isn’t one of them. I haven’t found any damage or smelled any natural gas yet, my house is wood frame and built in 1918, so hopefully it just flexed a bit. It looks like some homes and buildings had significant damage, especially downtown. There have been over 30 small aftershocks with seismologists predicting more over the next several days or even weeks. We’ve only felt 3 or 4 of them so far. My mom called and I was on the phone with her when the biggest aftershock hit a couple hours ago, another loud rumble and I saw one of my guitars start swinging on it’s wall hanger. Very, very bizarre if you’ve never experienced it. Anyway, strange times have just gotten a little bit stranger around here.