The neck has calmed a bit, partly because a wonderful person did half my shift after her own one. Tomorrow should be doable; the next two days are long shifts but I'm determined to cross those bridges when I come to them and not pay any attention beforehand.
I could talk about how this time of year my mind goes back to Japan in '96 just before I left it, and how the weather today looks the same- grey, soft, instinct with growing things-- and how at these times I can clearly see the emptiness of Japan even if I still can't trace its origin or why it feels that way. But like all things Japanese, the idea fades even as I think about it. A feeling for which there are no words: which is most of... not Japan, but Tokyo for me.