Well, not a real one. The construction outside my work certainly felt like an earthquake. Whether they’re replacing the sewer lines or just playing with they’re tractors, the vibrations rattled EVERYTHING.
The hazelnut syrup almost jumped off the shelf. The salt shakers almost jumped off the tables. And I almost jumped out of my skin.
But luckily! I get the next two days off! By Saturday they should have packed up and gone home. Either way, I will be comfortably wrapped in a delicious novel (or two or three!) at Powell’s on my days off.
No more earthquakes. Only tea.