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farewell March!

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Kawasaki, 2020.03.31

Well that's the end of a month I'm sure I'll never forget. I marked the end of it by putting in a twelve hour day at the office and by sneaking off to the grocery store at 16:30 before the crowds struck. I wanted to get some soy milk and natto (fermented soy beans), both of which have been hard to find. Mari's been unable to order them for me at the online grocery stores, even. I managed to find both and with all the things that I've had come in lately the tiny fridge is almost jammed completely full. In part because I bought half a dozen eggs. Yes, it's a tiny fridge.

Today for dinner I ate something from a package with a label I couldn't read, mixed in with rice and lentils. This differed from my lunch, which was rice and lentils with something that I've now forgotten. But I also had a lovely cup of egg stuff with some bits and pieces of protein mixed in. Custard, that's the word. Delicious. It's amazing what you can order, here.

This morning when I snuck in a call to Mari and the kids (despite using the company phone for Internet connectivity), I found the kids singing along to this:

I may have detected a touch of cabin fever about the place in Toronto. I sent them this to play:

rand()m quote

Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.

—Henry David Thoreau