Well, sort of. Last night my wife and I are in bed reading, when I feel the earth move. No, not the kind of "feel the earth move" one would hope for when in bed with a member of the opposite sex; the kind where you literally feel the earth move. As it is happening I ask my wife, "Do you feel that?""What?" she asks.
"The earthquake," I reply.
"I don't feel anything. You're imagining it."
A few minutes later I feel it again. "How about that? Do you feel that?"
"What?" she again asks.
"This one is slightly stronger," I say.
"You're imagining things again."
Not only was I not imaging it, I was right that the second quake was the real one and the first one was a foreshock as a quick look at one of my favorite sites proved with the 3.9 coming less than four minutes after the 3.8. Damn I'm good!
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