Strange week, this week. Wednesday as well as Thursday are holidays at the company - I don't remember that we've gotten the 24th in the past - so it's work today and tomorrow, two days for Christmas, then back for one day on Friday. Everyone was stressed. I thought I'd been building a decent lead in the Bah Humbug race, but today we were all popcorn in oil, each of us dealing with the heat. Still, the day is done, yesterday was the shortest day of the year and I'm OK. That's good.
Our building started swaying late in the morning, a low rolling not very strong earthquake, but very real and lasting longer than the two recent jolts we've had here in the last couple of months. Then I learned (on Google, where else?) the quake itself was centered near San Simeon halfway between San Francisco and Los Angeles. Six point five on the Richter Scale is a serious quake, two people reported dead, some older buildings down. So, stressed, somewhat weirded by the "watch for terrorists" warnings from the feds and then an earthquake - I obviously needed a Guinness after work. I had a Guinness after work. One. Best to keep it to one. Here in Oakland.