I'm lucky. I have the good fortune not to be able to sleep at this time of the morning. Others don't have that luxury anymore.
I live on the outskirts of Christchurch and, being removed from the centre city, thought it was just another aftershock (albeit a serious one). I heard the rumble (I don't care what they say: I know I can hear them!) and with cavalier indifference kept working at my computer. It started, I waited for it to stop. It didn't. It got worse. I got up. My house went up! Then down..... then started along movements generally associated with the wash cycle of my agitator washing machine. This was a different feel from the September 4 quake last year and we knew this wasn't good.
I managed to get through to a workmate who was near the building site where I was meant to be working. The site that I was meant to be on at the time has gone from two storeys high to 2 feet high - rubble and bricks, dust and splintered wood. So I'm lucky. Others are not.
It's frustrating having skills that could be useful and sitting at home while the city that I have lived and worked in for a great period of my life is hurt. I'm frustrated and angry that I can't do anything.
But I guess I have that luxury while others don't.
Thats why these earthquakes can stop now.