quake country

just slightly on edge here, after packing a grocery bag with a liter of water, a jar of unsweetened cranberry juice, one change of clothes, a lighter, headlamp, container of airborne, and two half-baguettes – parked next to my old summerweight sleeping bag next to the front door. that half-baked move due to the third 3.7 in as many days. they're not big ones; they just feel like a big rig hitting the building.

so, uh, maybe i will get on the road early (like NOW) and head down south instead of dawdling around the house for three extra hours with my face unwashed.

happy holidays!