Ain't Fakin'! Whole Lota Shakin' Goin' On

My apologies to Jerry Lee Lewis for commandeering his song lyrics, but a friend used the phrase on social media and I can't get it out of my head now. But, what am I talking about, right? Here it goes.

I find comfort in the fact that the domes still stand
300 years later

There is something markedly unpleasant about being woken up out of a fairly sound sleep by an earthquake. If you haven't experienced it, be grateful. If you have, then you know exactly what I'm talking about.

We had a really good shaker here again, at 05:17, yeah, not the best time. It registered 7.6 at the epicentre. We're never really sure  how that translates to us, but I can say that the bedroom door rattled and so did the artwork on the wall. Reports say that the shaking lasted for 3 minutes near the epicentre. That's a long time in earthquake shaking. (Earthquake time is a bit like dog years.) Both Ron and I took manned positions to protect the artwork and waited for the shaking to stop. 

After the fact we both admitted to each other that we wondered how long the tremor would last  at least once, if not twice during the shaking. I confess to being rattled, I was shaking, even after the earth stopped moving. I finally tried to go back to sleep, about 10 minutes after the quake ended, but was rattled again in another 10 minutes from a completely different quake that was close to Guayaquil. While not as lengthy, it still gave us another good shake and rattle the art. That was pretty well it for any further rest. We're still trying to recover our lost sleep the next day. We also can't help but wonder when Pacha Mama is going to show her displeasure again, and just how upset she's going to be. You either embrace it and carry on or live with frazzled nerves all the time.

It's enough to say that I'm not crazy about earthquakes.