.......it was only a 4.7. But it sure felt stronger! Dale and I were settled down watching the season (and possibly series--does anyone know?) finale of King of the Hill and things started to rock and roll. We jumped up and ran to the patio door, clinging to each other. It was actually sort of hard to stand up, the movement was so strong. The shaking seemed to last pretty long. All I could think of was that the ceiling was going to collapse on top of us.
Finally the movement stopped and we began to access the damage. I had heard a lot of crashing and was hoping it wasn't any of the computers, and thankfully it was only a box of cassette tapes that fell off a shelf. Dale checked the gas line and then we went and checked on the neighbors. When we went to bed, Dale made sure the flashlights, scanner and our shoes were right next to the bed.
In the post-event assessment, I give us a bad score for not doing the "duck and cover" like we should have, although Dale did have the genius reaction to hit record on the DVR. I think I gave myself whiplash jumping up from the chair--my neck was killing me. Dale said he twisted his knee.