We just had an earthquake up here in the bay area. 5.6 magnitude and I heard the epicenter was in Fremont, CA, but don’t take my word for it, take the USGS’ word for it.
This is only, maybe, the third earthquake I’ve been in. The first one I slept through (and my dad called me from Taiwan to tell me about it). The second one I felt. It was short but violent, enough to make everything feel as everything tipped over (and something crashed outside of the apartment complex). The third is today. The quaking wasn’t violent and it lasted for a couple of seconds.
I probably should have ducked under the table and held onto something like they try and teach you in some of the earthquake survival manuals, but I was hungry and it was kind of cool.