So the EastÂ CoastÂ had a rare earthquake. The shock was of a aren’t we not supposed to have those? kind; the damage seems mainly restricted to masonry and stonework. (Though I don’t envy the bills for repairs to the Episcopalian’s cathedral or the Washington Monument.)
I ducked under my desk at the office for twenty second or a half minute. Coming home later, this was all the “damage” I discovered. The head of an Ethiopian processional cross — wobbly at the best of times — fell from my bookshelf in front of various Universalist titles. It has since been restored to its place of honor.
Thanks to those who asked after my welfare. I hope we make out so well with Hurricane Irene.