Today started off with a jolt. Quite literally, as I was jolted awake at 7:01 AM by a single sharp shock rocking the house perpendicular to my bed followed by a gradually decreasing shaking over the next fifteen seconds or so. Having awakened from a mere five hours of sleep after a night of observing, I calmly resigned myself to the house collapsing if it decided to do so as I was far too groggy to do anything useful like “getting out of bed and taking cover.” Thankfully the quake wasn't quite as powerful as my sleep-muddled imagination made it out to be, and the shaking subsided over what felt like an interminably long time but was probably only about ten to fifteen seconds.
I looked it up later and it turned out to be a magnitude-5.09 shaker with its epicenter almost due south, just south-east of Kīlauea. Not exactly my preferred alarm clock (though certainly effective!), but as I like to say life's never boring when you live on a volcano in the middle of the Pacific Ocean! A hui hou!