Have been consuming #17 at the rate of a story a night, after which I sleep deeply because Japanese exhausts me. Tonight's was the best yet. And a good thing too, because I was supposed to have crepes at lunch with umadoshi but someone's son started throwing up inopportunely and I had to go be her instead. Next year on Church St, umadoshi.
And while the Kai lovers will be happy, I do wish there was more Aoarashi happening here. No matter. The things that inhabit Japanese houses can occupy me in the meantime.