I had actually been refraining the last few days from saying anything about the old saw that hot weather in San Francisco means earthquakes. “Earthquake weather” it’s called. I’m not superstitious but talking about it seems to me to be tempting fate. So now that we had a jolt, and we’re still here, I guess it’s okay. To top it off I’m currently reading Daniel Steele’s “Amazing Grace” which kicks off with a major Bay Area quake during, what else, a freak heat wave.
It’s being called a 4.0 temblor centered near Alamo in the east bay. I hope nothing broke at my sister-in-law’s house. They’re very close to Alamo.