I got up this morning feeling out of sorts. I was worried. Something was wrong, and I couldn't put my finger on what. I rushed through my morning ritual and left for work early.

Waiting at the bus stop, it was quiet. No one seemed to want to talk. The skies were gray and threatening. The birds that hunt insects in the flightline grass were absent.

At work we learned that source of our discontent: typhoon! A storm had formed very close by, and was moving rapidly in our direction. Normally we get at least 72 hours warning before a storm arrives; in this case we had less than eight before the eyewall would be overhead.

Which is a real problem, because it takes most of the day to stack all the aircraft inside hangars, and we didn't have that time. Base safety policy would have us back in barracks by 1000, but that wasn't happening, as we didn't even start moving aircraft until 0730.

We got it done, and got back to barracks, as the cloud bands swirled overhead and the wind gusted in unpredicable directions. Good times! But annoyingly, this storm is moving so fast it'll clear out overnight, so we're going to be showing up to work tomorrow, which is Saturday. Enthusiasm is limited over that.

In the extended entry, a weathermap of the coming storm.

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