So here's what we did otherwise (without photos):
My mom called and said they were OK despite the typhoon.
I attended a public session on language immersion in public schools, though I was more enamored of the moderator, local public radio celebrity Kavitha Cardoza.
I went to a ladies' lunch with grad school friends at the Jefferson Hotel where the restaurant had a little stool for one's purse. Very genteel.
On Saturday, we went all the way to Lorton to see the world premiere of "Snow Day" at the Workhouse Arts Center, a renovated prison. Then we returned to rainy and gray DC to participate in a photo shoot for the Church featuring interfaith families. We were turned down at the Islamic Center because we hadn't requested authorization in advance, so we went to the Supreme Court instead. Baby Z was a real trooper and continued to smile and pose despite more than two hours in the drizzle.
On Sunday we attended the annual Paskong Pinoy Christmas show. We all prayed for the typhoon victims, and then in a pleasant surprise a Filipino imam also offered an opening prayer.