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As I type, there is a man right outside my window, not three metres away from me, doing something to our patio. Not that I'm surprised, because there's been scaffolding up around the building for the past couple of weeks (some sort of window maintenance); also, Japanese workers are very good at concentrating at the task at hand, so that I have no trouble believing that they could spend half an hour washing the outside of the windows without so much as glancing inside your home, even when there's no one around. I am, however, glad I put on a bathrobe after my shower and didn't just wander in to check my email clad only in my underwear.

Today I'm going out with G and his coworkers for a pizza lunch and then cosmic bowling in Shibuya. We've been advised to wear white so as to stand out, but I'm a bit leery of wearing something pale when there is to be pizza, or indeed any type of italian food, involved.

In other news, I hate having a cold.

*blows nose*