I live in a tea house. In Kyoto. So things can’t be that bad.

I’m tired. I get up. I get kids ready. I go to work. I work… hard. Then I come home. Make kids eat. Wash kids. Then try to make them sleep. Then I work on 18 different projects. Then I sleep. Then I do it again.

I understand that millions of other people do the same things. That doesn’t make me not tired. I am so tired. But, when I feel bad, I have learned that I can take a moment to look outside.

In the fall…