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I feel like a bowl of Jell-O, and not in a good way
Damn it. The older I get the less well I tolerate earthquakes. We just had a relatively mild-to-moderate one that lasted for several seconds and I kind of want to lie on the floor for a while. Like an hour or so.
(Preliminary data is 5.25 about fiftyish miles NW of Anchorage)
(Preliminary data is 5.25 about fiftyish miles NW of Anchorage)
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(The sky can do what it wants. I'm used to it being unpredictable and deadly. But the GROUND. Dude.)
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I think I'd do some serious lying down on the floor after that, too.
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I wasn't alive yet in '64 but my mom was living in Fairbanks (>350 miles north of Anchorage) at the time and she felt it. There's a part of me that thinks sometimes I really should leave Alaska before the next big earthquake can happen.
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Seriously, I'm thinking Dramamine might not be totally inappropriate the next time that happens.