ncopsi
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ncopsi
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Illustrator, cartoonist, portrait artist, character design, daily picture diary, life with a cat in Osaka, Japan
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Sunset comes earlier now, so if I don't wrap up work early, I'll end up running in pitch darkness. I actually like that feeling of running, blending into the darkness.
It suddenly got cold, so I turned on the electric heater. My cat came over—was he here to warm himself, or to warm me?
While global warming and climate change give the impression that the environment is steadily deteriorating, it seems that things like river water quality have actually improved significantly. I think it's unwise to be pessimistic about everything based on vague impressions.
I caught gobies in the Yodo River, ate them, and drank.
Lately, I've found it harder to see things clearly, whether far away or close up. So I've given up trying to focus on the details and instead shifted my attention to grasping the overall picture. Surprisingly, that approach actually lets me discern differences quite well.
When I can crush a mosquito in an instant, I feel invincible.
Sometimes I'm struck anew by how fiercely the sun burns. It's amazing how it keeps burning without ever burning out. Does that mean I want to be like that? Not at all.
It's only three steps to the closet, but I still sleep with just a blanket over my knees.
Whether it's exercise or work, resting only after we're tired is too late. Taking frequent breaks before we get tired allows us to continue more easily and safely. My cat occasionally interrupting my work is surely trying to convey that very message.
I ran for the first time in ten days and feel refreshed.
I'm just not the type to stay still. If I can move even a little, I'll move. I think moving actually helps me heal faster than sitting around, don't you agree? The weather's nice, so I want to run a full marathon around the beginning of next month.
I was taking a slow walk with my cane, but when the traffic light looked like it was about to change, I sprinted. My leg seems to be healed now.
I made a mistake writing the address, so it seems several people ended up receiving two copies of the four-leaf clover. I hope they consider themselves lucky and share them with others around them.
I inquired with the insurance association about high-cost medical expense assistance, but it was already being applied through the digitalized insurance card.
After using a cane for several days, I've come to understand that the length of the cane, where I place it, and when I use it all vary depending on where I'm hurting and what kind of support I need. This experience will likely be useful when drawing elderly people.
When I don't drink, I can work after dinner, but my cat won't let me.
Cats are creatures that feel secure when they have a place to hide. They'd likely feel stressed in an overly organized space. Humans are surely the same; sometimes it's better to have a messy place where we can hide our body and mind.
For the first time, I used a cane at a live house and my back didn't hurt.
I'm not one to have dreams or goals, but if asked what the purpose of life is, I think it's to savor every corner of this existence. And to record it all matter-of-factly. Injuries, illnesses, marriage, divorce, raising children, cats—they're all tastes in the plate of life.
I observed the timing of my cane strikes. It was twice every six steps.
Having weathered countless hangovers, I've learned to endure most physical discomforts. Even this sore leg—if I think of it as rehearsal for old age—will likely prove useful someday.
I bought a cane, and the strain on my legs lessened. But my suspiciousness doubled.
I went to the hospital because my leg hurt. The doctor examined me, and I almost punched him. My leg turned out to be shin splints.
Blue flames are said to be hotter than yellow ones. Since I can't actually touch them, I'll accept that for now. Concepts like cost performance or time performance seem similar to this “accepting for now” in that they don't pursue the truth.
The nights have turned cool. I'm challenging how long I can endure without a comforter.