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When I made eggnog on Christmas Eve I saved the egg whites. It would be a waste to just toss them out. Six eggs worth of egg whites. I put them in a tupperware thing and it sat in the fridge for a few days.

As the official hyena of our house I ate natto for breakfast that had 12/24 printed on the pack as the expiration date. Perfectly fine. Delicious as always with a raw egg on top and hot mustard. I scour the refrigerator daily to see what I can consume before it goes bad.

In the morning Eri took the boys out with her to do some shopping and I walked over to Ichinazaka to get a haircut. I walked the long way home through Shoryo and when I arrive home Kenzo and Osamu were finishing up a delicious fried rice lunch with Eri. Then it was off to nap time.

I was hungry. I don't eat much in the mornings these days. And I had just walked about 6 kilometers. 

The egg whites. I decided that if Eri was going to use them she would have already. And since this was day three of keeping them I made an executive decision. I made a huge egg white omelette. With onions and cheese, and to top it off I spruced it up with truffle spray. Crazy good. I stood and ate it at the kitchen counter while it was still piping hot and while the downstairs was quiet.


Kenzo made a kite at kindergarten recently, but it broke in his bag coming home. Today, as promised, I fixed it, and he added some more flair to it.


When Eri left for her last career class of the year the boys and I headed to 1-Chome Park 




Up to now I haven't been able to get into a holiday mood. Maybe it's obsessing over work, maybe it's me trying too hard to make myself feel a way that I'm not ready for. Maybe I'm just plain nuts. Either way, today's trip to the park was a turning point. I somehow snapped into a new sense of being, like everything was going to be okay. I will still obsess over work and things, but it's okay. I'm used to it.

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