That ominous sore throat was a furious pain when I woke up. My nose was stuffed and my head fogged. I sadly informed Szymon that I wouldn’t be able to go to watch his iaidō (a sword-based martial art) match, and I spent the day in bed. I edited some video and read two books I’d found in the dōgu storage room in the women’s dorm. The collection of short stories by Brian Aldiss, Supertoys Last All Summer Long, I didn’t like at all, but I very much liked T.S. Eliot’s play, The Cocktail Party.
I had plenty of frozen and refrigerated sandwiches to get me through the morning and afternoon, and for supper we pooled our onigiri and topped them with mabodōfu that Tanawat whipped up.
I went to bed sensibly early, having energy for no other course of action.