So, just about every night, I get off the train and I walk towards home. I usually stop along at one of the convenience stores, usually either 7-Eleven or FamilyMart, to pick up some stuff for dinner. It's not hard to get a decent, healthy meal for 500 yen: I can pick up a boneless, skinless, cooked chicken breast (what they call "Salad Chicken," for some unknown heathen Japanese reason), a bag of frozen broccoli or some stir-fry veggies, and a drink for about that.
Just about every night I do that, and then I walk home past this little Chinese diner place that has the most AMAZING aroma wafting out through the doors: garlic and onion and oyster sauce and God knows what all else. And then I say to myself, "Damn. I could have eaten there."
Well, tonight I did. I got some kani-tama, which is basically egg foo yung with crab instead of pork, and I got some of the best damn gyoza I've ever had, and I had a couple of beers and caught about one word in fifty of what was being said in Chinese in there. Great place, and I'll be back there.
I was dined on in turn earlier this evening. As I was waiting for my students to arrive at their home for their lesson, I was outside watching videos on YouTube when I looked down and saw about a half-dozen mosquitoes just feasting on me. I swatted them away and moved off. I could already feel the itching coming on, and then I remembered that I had some of the ointment the doctor had given me from last time in my bag. I got that out and slathered it on everything, and by cracky, it worked. Bumps are going down and no itching. Nice.