Small Virus into a Super Typhoon

Last week I was horizontal with some virus. Silly little bug made me dislike food, even the lunch I'd already had. So from Thursday to Monday I ate and drank very very little.
My aunt came in to look after Suzy who happened to be asleep at that time.
She berated me for even contemplating my upcoming trip. How could I leave Suzy after fighting for her for 6 years? While I'm still breastfeeding? While we just moved and surely I would endanger my relationship with DP as well?!
And all of that on a very tiny empty stomach.

When I told DP that evening he was as flabbergasted as I was. (thank goodness)

As soon as I was up and reading the news again it started to dawn on me the news wasn't good. That biggest typhoon of recorded history? you guessed it, my trip is supposed to go to the Philippines. 36 hours till departure, 60 till arrival, right now it is hard to judge whether my hotel will still be standing or if the roads will be passable.
Right now the airline (Cathay) is saying it is delaying today's flight till tomorrow. Will see what they say tomorrow though.
Going and not going both seem ridiculous options now...

PS, I seem to publish two posts together every time now, and then some people miss the earlier one

Storm

On Monday I was supposed to work half a day.
And the weather was supposed to be very stormy.

I didn't feel good about it and decided to work from home.
The windows were rattling and at times it felt like the house was shaking. The water in the canal was swept sideways, sirens were riding past and all the sounds made me uneasy.
Then the painter who was working on another part of the house heard it on the radio: a tree on our canal had fallen, and killed a woman. If I would be so kind to stay inside.
I followed his advice and slowly a knot tied in my stomach.
This is what I saw the next morning, one bridge away from our new place:

 Can you believe how calm the water is again?
Then I turned to go to work, and was shocked to see another tree, at another bridge:

The knot in my stomach kept telling me: it could have been me. (No, it couldn't, I stayed inside) I'm sort of glad I don't know which tree was the fatal one.