Touched

There was an earthquake last night. I wasn't sure that was what I was feeling though, and had to ask someone. It felt like something hit the side of my apartment building really hard. Usually I feel earthquakes from the bottom up, or on the all the sides. This felt like something slammed into the building - something like a plane, because I'm from New York and that's where my mind goes first.

While getting ready for work this morning my cell phone started ringing. Even though I was sure it would be a wrong number, I went to get my phone anyway, and saw my brother's work phone number. He was calling because he'd heard about the earthquake. To check on me. He's been working 18-hour days lately, and he called me when he heard about the earthquake. Don't ever tell yourself "nobody really cares" when you're thinking of doing something nice, and starting to decide not to. I'm touched every single time I find out someone thought of me.

Today at work the Grandmas were discussing the earthquake. LEL was in Berkeley when it happened. I know, because she said so three times in the space of 18 seconds. Cat Lady asked if she cried like a baby. Loudly. Of course LEL didn't hear her the first two times, and Cat Lady got to repeat herself. "You cried like a baby, didn't you? You scream when I trip. When the earthquake happened, I thought of you right away. I know you screamed like a monkey." LEL claims she was terrified. She did not seem touched to know Cat Lady thought of her.