“Family Game Night” includes copious round of Uno, Scabble and “Guess the Magnitude”

The USGS Web sites your home page, and you check the UNR Seismology site as frequently as you check your e-mail.

You believe the “Triangle of Life” is so last week.

You can now hear the earthquakes before they arrive.

You are spackling and painting your walls – why not, there aren’t any pictures on them anyhow.

You get mad at the kids when they’re snaking out of the earthquake bin in the garage.

“I’ve felt 25 earthquakes today?” you reflect. “What a great day!”

Your children know what “rabbit in the hole” means.

The “Living with Earthquakes in Nevada” publication that you found last week in the RGJ has become your coffee table book.

You know the exact longitude of your home.

You can adeptly convert UTC to Pacific Daylight Time.

Earthquake insurance brochures and estimates are in your “To File” stack.

You debate the philosophical underpinnings of “aftershock or foreshock” with your family and neighbors.

Wall hangings – floor leanings.

You have narrowed down the lag time between an earthquake and the moment the magnitude posts to the UNR Seismo site to 11 minutes and 42 seconds – give or take.

Your car is parked in your driveway – and not because there’s no room in the garage.

You take a shower in your swim suit after all, who wants to be naked when the “Big One” hits?

On your nightstand next to the latest Eckhart Tolle book and your Carmex are a Maglite flashlight and a crescent wrench you’ll use to turn off the gas.

The pharmacist doesn’t even ask if you need the briefing about Xanax anymore.