OK, for starts, my blood pressure is back below 200 and my pulse is now under 300. So I’m recuperating from the quake. Was sleeping when it hit. Thought I was having a dream. Wish now that it was. But it wasn’t.
Nayla will still not move an inch from my side. I may have survived the earthquake but I’ll die tripping over her.
Everything in every drawer and cabinet and on every wall was on the floor after the quake – some of it broken, some of it floating in the toilet, and a huge wad of bird poop Continue reading →