Wednesday, May 12th, 2021

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Wednesday, May 12th, 2021 01:00 pm
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Yesterday after Monday's acupuncture was a complate washout. Kept waking all Monday night with knee pain, which is why I remember having that recurring dream of killing someone for no reason whatsoever, only in this case I purposely travelled to their home town to do it. Then the keener buyer company from Japan saw fit to text me at 8 a.m. to say Hey guess what your book is on its way!! and wanna click links so you don't have to sign for it? Of course they also sent me three emails to the same effect, which is kind of overdoing things. But if their projections are correct, Saiyuki RB 3 will be here next Monday, which is certainly efficient. And by way of indicating that maybe Japan is opening up, vol.1 came from honto.jp in a mere six weeks, which is better than the three months they were running last autumn.

And I hurt all day in every joint and managed my exercises and kanji by the skin of my teeth. Today I'm fine, for current values of fine. Might even make it to the laundromat.

But have figured out why I'm so reluctant to shower in the evenings. By the time I'm ready for bed, the 5 p.m. meds have worn off but I don't like taking them at night when I don't have to move. So removing knee braces and then getting them back on is, literally, a pain and half the time I don't. So yeah. Shower in the morning after breakfast, though I never used to understand why people did that.

Reading is a bust this year. Not at all like last year's steady march through the bookshelves. Possibly because I have two hours less during the day but mostly I think because futility is getting to me. And a bit because nothing on the go really grabs me. The French Revolution is generally up there with reading about the Khmer Rouge in the 'I would prefer not' department. The methods were certainly similar. But equally, I finished The House on Vesper Sands, which should have been quite to my tastes- Victorian London, mysterious doings, murder mystery- and, well. Fine as far as it went but ultimately left me cold. Maybe I need to read something Japanese for a complete change of pace
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Maybe it's just been the chronic grey weather or maybe the leaves on the cherry tree really did unfurl suddenly today, but this morning for the first time there were shadows on the back garden path as the branches waved in the 'gusts to 40 kpm' breezes. And while I know Prof Islamic Studies has barbecued on his back porch even when the temps were under 10C, because I could smell the meat cooking, today the neighbourhood was suffused by the smell of charcoal and charcoal starter. Could be someone else on the block, of course (see: wind gusts, above.) But spring is now definitely here.

I wasn't actually planning to celebrate my various May 12 anniversaries but spring, enh, so I ordered in sushi. Am not having luck with my delivery people this week. Yesterday was a grocery delivery, and the cheerful Voila guys have been known to park their vans eight doors up the street to lug their heavy loads all the way down to my place. There's a hydrant right across the street from me which makes the default 'two wheels on the curb' manoeuvre dicey, so I always tip heavily. Yesterday's guy just stops his van in the middle of the street, forcing the cars behind him to go over the curb, and then sits looking at his phone for five minutes before even getting out of the truck. I was going to tip him a twenty, but cut that in half after the first three minutes of 'looking at my phone screw you.'

Today's driver was confimed on his way to the restaurant but after fifteen minutes the restaurant called to say he hadn't arrived and very sorry and they'd call him again to see what had happened, and didn't say O-matase itasimasita only because they're Korean, but that's what they meant. Anyway, he did show up at my place fifteen minutes later, and I did give him the full tip because who knows what happened on the streets of Toronto? Bathurst will notoriously turn into a parking lot at the drop of a hat, asshole Trawntonian drivers *will* enter the intersections and block them while the light changes three times (oh I so do not miss my commute) and he had to cross Bathurst.

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