Last night I decided to sleep in the office because a “strong” typhoon (That’s how they offically catagorized it. Yeah, real helpful.) was headed directly towards Tokyo. Most typhoons come up from Kyushu and by the time they arrive here they’re not much more than bad rainstorms. This one was different. It came right off the Pacific ocean and hit land just south of Tokyo.
I have no idea how bad it was. Either I slept through it or it wasn’t as nasty as predicted. However, it’s 11am now and my coworkers are just starting to trickle in, so I assume the trains are a mess.
It’s pretty miserable to commute when the weather is bad. I have a 20 minute one-handed bicycle ride, holding an umbrella that the wind wants to turn inside out, followed a soping wet, jam-packed train ride that lasts around twice as long as usual. Screw that, I slept like a baby on the office sofa and commuted a whole 5 meters to my cubicle. Tony called me this morning (he has his own little ruggedized kiddie keitai) to make sure I was still alive. Someone in Nagano Pref. was killed when a tree fell on him. Ouchie.
It’s a good thing I didn’t oversleep, because I like to sleep in the nude. (Ha, ha, just kidding. Actually, I wore my socks and wristwatch.)