What I wrote about the earthquake, over in the Mudcat forum:

Hey, I felt that here in Chesapeake (about 90 minute southeast of Richmond, if I recall). The first split second, I thought a cat was pushing against the back of my wheelchair.

But then, it kept going... and I heard the house creak, and I looked out the window, and I saw a sapling shaking back and forth to the same rhythm. Lasted a good minute or so.

I could've gotten freaked. But then I decided to think of it as Mother Nature giving me a butt massage. ;-)

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In other news, I've been in a grump all day because this morning, I heard a pundit talking on the radio (NPR) that in order to fix the economy, we have to get a handle on Medicare and Social Security and (I may be paraphrasing, it's been stewing in my head all day, and words may no longer be exact):

"People need to grow up, and learn to do without the goodies they're expecting."

Goodies! Medicare already denies wheelchairs and equipment unless you're to the point that you can't get to the toilet on your own, and that *sputter* (can't think of a word angry enough) compares the pittance we get to lollipops, or something.

ARGH.

So, yeah. An earthquake was the highlight of my day...