I had just laid June down for her nap and was about to take one of my own. I had some laundry on the bed that I slightly scooted over so I could have some room to lay down (now you know my house keeping dirty secrets) and a blanket fell on the floor. At the exact same moment the blanket fell on the floor I felt a slight jerk. It took me a long time to register that the jerk wasn’t because of the falling blanket but because of an earth quake. I instantly picked up the phone and called Nate (before all the circuits went down) to see if he had felt it and he said his building was still shaking at the time I called. Luckily he was there to calm me down and help me through a very traumatizing experience.
The earthquake left a little memento above our laundry room door... (it's hard too see, I know)