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Just Thinking

I sit and do my evening reading and writing and whatnot at the dining table. If I sit at the table in the living room on the heated carpet I conk out fast. I've conked out at the dining table too, but the chances are lower. 

However, when I have fallen asleep sitting at the dining table I've come close to seriously injuring myself when my head hits the floor, or the time it hit the humidifier. It's a weird feeling to be awakened by the feeling of pain and disorientation. I am trying to avoid any further experiences of that nature.

Last night I was apparently dozing at the dining table again. Eri called me on my phone from upstairs but I didn't answer. She came down and said, "Hey, Pikkun!" That's what she calls me most of the time. It's an inside joke I'll try to explain one day.

I looked up and tried to be cool. "Wha wha... what's up?"

"Are you sleeping?"

"I'm just thinking." (Genius)

"Hurry up and come to bed."

Come to find out later, when Eri came downstairs I was sitting upright at the dining table sawing logs like Paul Bunyan. 

"I'm just thinking." 

After nearly 24 hours of getting snow dumped on Sendai, today was sunny and clear. Melting snow, especially on main roads and in parking lots, is a major bummer. It's just muddy slush mixed with oil and detritus.

However, a sunny day after a big snowfall does have it's amazing parts.

On my lunchtime walk through the Dounji Temple graveyard I caught this view.


This is the same view (mostly) from last August.


Seasons changing. I love it.

There's this one path I sometimes take. It's pretty quiet. Sometimes I meet old ladies visiting graves. Mostly it's just me and the sound of distant traffic from the Route 4.


When I came across it today it was pristine. Fresh, fluffy snow covering the entire path. No one had been here since early morning when the snow stopped.

I relished every step.

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