We had a earthquake this morning. It was a 4.3, centered about 5 miles ESE of here, at 5:55am. It was in the hills right behind the little town of La Conchita, which suffered a major, home-destroying mudslide several years back.

It woke me up. I thought, “aw shit,” which I quess means something like, “Gee I hope this isn’t a big earthquake somewhere distant, doing much damage, causing pain, grief and untold suffering.” Then I went back to sleep.

It was a nice little ride, if you’re into that sort of thing.