In Less Than a Week

It has been a very strange day in Northern Nevada. I woke up to a thin blanket of snow on the ground and a wind chill of nearly 17 degrees due to some crazy winds.

Those were a hold over from Monday where we had winds as high as 84 miles per hour.  Luckily I didn’t lose my fence like last year or any shingles again.

And to think that on Sunday we had a temp of 81 degrees.

Shortly before seven this morning we had the first of nine or ten minor earthquakes. I was walking out to my truck, taking my son to school when I felt it.

I had no idea what it was at first and I recall looking up at the sky because I thought I had heard a strange noise. I still couldn’t describe the sound if you asked me. I continued on believing it was either my imagination or a neighborhood sound.

Jus’ after I got home from dropping Kyle at school, he called to ask if I could bring him a clean shirt.  I was a little confused as I was certain he had left home with a clean one on.

As it turns out he had a huge noise bleed and it was all over his shirt. What a mess, but he’ll survive .

Then I went back into town to pick him up from school and forgot my cell phone. I hadn’t had a call on it all day so I didn’t even think about it.

That is until my wife called saying my boss needed me to fill in for a co-worker who is trying to pass a kidney stone. My wife called Kyle as he had his cell phone.

That means I’ve been at work in the newsroom of KOH this evening and no wind, no snow and no earthquakes to report on.

What luck, huh?

In Nevada, it ‘s blowing, snowing, shaking or baking and this is only day three of the week.


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