2:30 AM, Thursday 28 May 2009: I woke up with a start, the bed rocking and shaking beneath me wondering wha the? It felt somewhat like the bed shaking in the movie The Exorcist where Linda Blair was fighting the devil. The shaking went on for a long time. And then the power went out. Pitch black with no fan. Hot. Silence. A series of aftershocks. I stayed where I lay … heard movement in the house where I live with a little old lady of 82. I heard her answer her phone; probably one of her daughters. I fell asleep eventually (I had been sick with sinusitis for a few days and was taking antibiotics) but awakened a couple of hours later with cool fan breeze washing over my face when the power returned. As soon as it was light the phone calls began. I called in sick that morning and began receiving calls about the earthquake from all over Honduras from PCVs and PC staff. We Peace Corps folk stick together. All of my compañeros were okay. La Masica where I live was untouched, even though the 7.2 quake’s epicenter was just a few miles off the coast. I guess we dodged a bullet.