Where were you during the Sanpete County earthquake?

With the end of school and start of summer travel I have slacked in a lot of areas but no more. I'm back. So, for the last two days I've been up and down a ladder with a sander, caulk gun, rag to clean that all up with, primer and finally paint and the finished product:

Saturday evening as I stood atop my ladder it felt like someone was hitting the wall on which it leaned. My neighbor calls over, "Did you feel that? Felt like an earthquake."

"Yes," I reply as my husband comes out to ask the same question. My neighbor joked about needing to go inside and check to see that he still had a house. Sure enough an earthquake mearsuing 4.2 originating about 10 miles from where my ladder rested. Don't worry I'm fine (I doubt if I were hurt I'd be writing about it right now, as the aftershokes vibrate my computer screen). I am glad that it wasn't worse, there could have had a different ending.

In other slacking news, I finally finished editing my NASCAR novel for the 134th time (may be a slight exageration but writers understand). Now, do I go back to my Paire Diamond story or the one about the cold hearted man finding love? And the real question do I query publishers or agents? Decissions, decissions!