My mom and I texted this morning. Typhoon stuff.
My peeps...at least my immediate peeps...are unharmed but probably really frazzled. Although I just realized that, if she wasn't okay, she wouldn't tell me. My mom says there's total mayhem near the district center right now. She promises to text again soon, which is odd, since my calls aren't going through.
Keeping my brain otherwise occupied.
We have a creepy guy working on my floor. That's what my coworker calls him. So whenever he walks into her office, I play Organ Tocatta by Bach.
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