It started with a low rumbling noise.
Then my desk began to sway from side to side and the furniture in my office moved up and down for what seemed like an eternity but what was probably only a few seconds.
My first thought was: this is an earthquake. My second thought was: No, this is Washington, they don't have earthquakes here. But by that time, my legs had turned to jelly. Then the rumbling and shaking began again and I feared that the ceiling would come down on my head.
I'd been in San Francisco a few years ago and experienced a slight quake, the sort of thing that local residents are used to. In those days, they said the safest place was in the bathroom, and for some reason I remembered that yesterday.
I turned to my colleague and said, "this feels like an earthquake." She said: "it might be a bomb". That made sense too: our office is on Capitol Hill, only metres from Congress and the Supreme Court. Soon the country will mark the 10th anniversary of 9/11.