We stayed out in the street until daybreak. At about 2 I wedged myself into Yaci's car and then finally laid on a mattress just inside the garage gate. I was in the house but technically only half! I let my legs dangle out so one step I was up and out from construction.

I felt three more small tremors while outside, but no booms.

Life is normal this morning.

The tortilla ladies who start their patting at 5 a.m., a loud slap every few seconds, have set up shop, and it is another Monday.

I never felt in danger. Just pretty scary as it never happened.

We are off to El Sauce. If I miss the mason I'll go up tomorrow morning for hole digging.