As of last night, most of the snow had melted, and I settled down for an evening of watching figure skating from Sochi. All of a sudden—boom! Sounded like a tree branch landing on the roof. A result of the freezing precipitation, perhaps. But a few minutes later, this banner scrolled by on the screen: Breaking News: SC Earthquake.
It was only a 4.1, something my California relatives would turn up their noses at, but an Event Worth Noting in these parts. It has been reported that near Edgefield, the epicenter, a grandfather clock moved across the room. I would love to have seen that.