Two Years Later, (Wiggily) Welcome to California

Despite not having lived in New York for six years, apparently I'm still very much the jaded New Yorker. At some point last night, there was an earthquake. At what time?* Don't ask me, I was busy sleeping. Normally I'm such a light sleeper that if somebody coughs in Portland, I wake up. The very first thing I always do when I wake up is look to see what time it is. Every. Single. Time.
Last night when the earthquake woke me up, this was my entire thought process:

earthquake...

And I quickly fell back asleep. Never mind that it was my very first earthquake. Never mind that I've been looking forward to this since I moved here.

Oh well. I'm sure more will come.

*I now know the earthquake was at 5:24 a.m.