Sat. NZ time
When Christchurch kept getting earthquake after-shocks for years following the big one in the South Island, and the city residents got all stoic and casual about it all, I was gob-smacked. How could people carry on normal living whilst being faced daily with after-shock followed by after-shock. I'd never be able to do it.
But you know what? I am doing it. As i write this, there have been over 2000 after-shocks since last Monday. Lots I haven't felt, lots I have.
I haven't sheltered under the table in several days. Last night I was sprawled out on the sofa playing a word game on my Kindle when I felt a tremor. I was almost at a winning score, so I played on.
There was a second tremor. But I was nearly game-triumphant. I kept going to the end.
On Thursday I went to the movies. Only a couple of tremors disturbed my immersion in J K Rowling 's wizarding world.
I don't think I've suddenly developed a bravado I never knew I had; it's just the way my life has become. But I must not get too casual. I must school myself to think that the next tremor could continue on to be The Big One. My emergency bag is by the front door, I sleep with a torch beside me ...