Sarah and I were out and about today when I got a text from Steve asking, “Feel the earthquake?”
I had no earthly idea what he could possibly be referring to and I told Sarah, “Text him back and say ‘huh?’”
Turns out he had been sitting on the couch in his office at church when he started feeling “dizzy.” And then his couch started shaking. And then he wondered if maybe his blood pressure was going wacky because if there’s one thing we North Carolinians don’t think about when things start shaking, it’s earthquakes.
But yep. In this case it was an earthquake. We had earthquake tremors in Manteo, NC. How strange is that?
And now we have a (potentially serious) hurricane headed toward us this weekend.
Oh happy day.
In non-weather news, Sarah had a really wonderful birthday—it was quite low key since she had done her wild partying with her three friends two weeks ago. (And I use the term “wild partying” very loosely.)
I have plenty of pictures and stories to share but for now I am taking my weary self off to bed where hopefully I will have deep, dreamless, and earthquake-less sleep.