The cacophony of fire trucks and emergency vehicles continues. The helicopters are up, looking over the city and moving the powerful out of town. We’re all standing outside, wondering when we can go back inside the building. I’m wondering how long before I’ll be sunburned because I’m that pale…*sigh*
No-one needed an alarm to know to get out of the building. It shook hard for a short while, building over twenty seconds or so. In this area, natural forces are not only one thing to be worried about and so I didn’t hang around, but left my office immediately.
At home, apparently some books fell on Amélie’s head (no harm done) and the fridge shook enough to worry my mum it might fall on her. She’s still very upset even though this happened many times when she lived in New Zealand.
As on 9/11, the cell phone system is overloaded and doesn’t work. Text messages work and data connections are OK. So I’ll amuse myself with browsing the Net and chatting with colleagues while we wait for the all-clear…