I spent this week getting sick and recovering surprisingly rapidly. I got back to good enough health to attend the wedding of a dear friend. There was much dancing and singing—including a family band. Watching this friend’s family playing music made me yearn for something I don’t know how to describe, other than to say, what if after having dinner with friends, someone got out a guitar and you all just sang songs together? What if you all just knew the songs, no one cared about how good of a singer you were, and you just sang?

While sick I read Ayako by Osamu Tezuka. It’s a pretty brutal tragedy which paints a picture of post WWII Japan and the changes that came to farmers and one particularly odious, fucked up family.

I got my Jamis restored this past week; I can’t believe how good it feels to ride a standard sized bike that doesn’t carry cargo. It goes at least 5km/h faster.

The leaves are changing in a tree by our park. My favourite season is arriving.