Mikki Brisk

Yesterday morning Mister and I got up at 5:30. In the a.m. Before the sun or the Lord had risen. It was that early. And why did we wake at such an unholy hour? To work out. It’s how we do. Don’t judge. So we’re doing P90-X Yoga, and we’re right in the middle of standing leg extensions when the world started shaking wildly and meanly. We grabbed each other and hung on for dear life. Like most earthquakes, this one lasted only a few seconds. Mister and I looked at each other, then did a walk-through to check on the house. The pool water was sloshing still, but that was about it. We rejoined the yoga DVD and morning resumed.

It took about 15 minutes for the birds to return to the trees and pick up their sing-song routine. It also took about 15 minutes before we heard the first sirens. An earthquake that’s too small to wreck a person’s house can still rock a person’s heart. In other words, even minor earthquakes often lead to heart attacks.

By mid-day yesterday, we’d had only a couple of aftershocks. All in all, not too bad. I’m on high alert though, as Mother Nature seems fond of surprising folks with her wrath. Still, I can’t help but smile, as Mister and I were pretty danged funny – the way we grabbed each other during the rumbling. And I’m not even going into how he shrieked like a little girl…