the final countdown
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Tokyo, 2020.06.29
In preparation for the family's arrival, I've been shopping and cleaning. I just don't get where all the long women's hairs are coming from. Makes me wonder if I have a Juon wandering around the house. Also, why did the owner toss a rug down in the living room not only on top of the bass of the TV but on top of some food crumbs and a broken pencil tip. Classy!
I spoke to them only briefly this morning, they were heading for the door. I managed to fill in the form for the Canadian government so that Mari could transport the family out of the country. Thanks, new printer!