|My house, August 23, 2011 at 1:51 p.m.|
As I got up, I noticed the bed shaking and thought some huge animal had gotten inside and was jumping around; then I noticed the ceiling fans swaying. I stared at a vase moving on top of a pile of books and realized what was happening. I headed downstairs where my husband, in the computer room, was staring at a picture that had fallen onto the floor, and Willie, our dog, was on alert. We just waited; we never thought of going outside.
Across-the-street neighbors called and my up-the-street brother called; he said he moved here from California to get away from such things. About 120 miles south of the epicenter--we felt it.