Over the last couple of weeks, micro-earthquakes have been happening all around Seattle. Earlier today, a 2.5 magnitude mini-quake occurred a few miles north of the city, digging down for 17 miles–a hairline fracture on a very long femur.

I missed Seattle’s 2001 Nisqually Quake. That February I was back in the flattest place on the planet, driving around state highways pretending corn silos were tiny mountains.

A friend who went through that quake was downtown, eating lunch outside when it hit. All of a sudden there were rolling, slender buildings shaking bits of glass all around her. The city was a huge Jenga puzzle, but miracle-on-miracle, no one died.