I have never been this busy in my life, not even back in the days when Sonbeam was a kid and I was working three jobs to pay his private school fees. I now willingly work seven days a week, usually from 10am to 7pm (not including commuting times, which are long). JJs looks set to expand, and so do my cultural lectures. And there’s even a waiting list for my private lessons.
I’m happy with my life, but I’m tired, bone-tired. I don’t dare complain about it, though … mainly because so many people are counting on me, but also because I know the day will come when I’m old, disshevelled, and smelly, and nobody will want to know me at all, except possibly my 15 cats and the community care volunteer workers.
On a related note, I recently discovered that Benjamin’s hideously expensive gourmet petfood includes fish freshly caught from the Seto Inland Sea, Kagoshima, Kochi, and other exotic locations around Japan.
I can’t remember the last time I was offered such wonderful seafood. Even if I was, I literally wouldn’t have time to eat it, anyway.
Is something wrong here?