Whoopsie! 4.4 outside Glen Ellen

4.4 outside Glen Ellen at 8:08 p.m. -- forty or so miles north of here.

His nibs was downstairs worrying about the mashed potatoes and didn't feel a thing.

I said, "Earthquake!"

He said, "When? Where?"

"Uh. Just now, honey. Didn't you feel it?"

I was up tip tappying and felt the desk heave back and forth and waited to see if it got worse (it didn't). If it had got worse, I would've found something solid to hunker down next to.

Mark, feel that one?