Cerefina whimpering in the rear passage. She is either cold or knows what's coming.

Pet birds inside the small loggia have their feathers all fluffed up and their beaks buried in their chests.

Some compound tenants and residents of Theresa Towers are in M.'s cafe for beer, coffee, and whatnot. The Forgotten Realms Cafe is bustling. Men tend to go outside their homes during disasters. It is due to a restlessness not unlike that of sexual arousal, a reaction-formation giving rise to the desire to procreate in the face of a force majeure that might imply death. I myself want to bundle up in a trench coat and go there for some hot food and wait for the 3:00 -5:00 AM storm landfall, but will eat in our cozy kitchen instead.

Still steadily drizzling in Cubao, but it's getting heavier.

I think I'll leave the TV on the local news all night, with the audio on low volume.