I think it had to be the straightest line I’d ever seen painted on a road. I found it in Shin Kiba, on one of the man-made islands in Tokyo Bay. Here’s a satellite image of the place it was taken, as I know you are desperate to see my squatting pose. See how it made me turn blue?

It’s been a rough week. Quite exhausting, with my body being quite ill with a cold, and a complete loss of interest in life.

When in the trough I found it quite interesting to debate with myself what the merits of being in the trough were. Would I be more comfy if I climbed out? I decided that no, I was comfortable being down, and perhaps it was important that I follow it through. I needed the down in order to come back up.

I’m grateful for the fact that my downs are pretty infrequent, and short-lived when they do occur.

*Twinkle* copes wonderfully with me when I’m down. She’s just patient. Doesn’t buy into it, but doesn’t deny it either.

Will write more tomorrow.