Morning
Exhausted is an ineffective word. In the line at Seiyu, which has finally opened. Mr S had a big (and delusional) plan to break in tonight.
Mr S got water from the river. Just boiled it and had my first "bath" in the basin. SOOOO GOOOD! To have clean (relatively) hair and fuzz free armpits. And then I think of all the millions for whom this would be luxury, for whom worse is a daily ritual - not a brief detour that you tell people about over glasses of wine and that can be escaped once pipes are repaired. Thanks for the downer, Miss Reality Check.
The internet is back on again. How the world moves on!
Boiled water to wash the dishes. The day has worn me down - the waiting for another quake, having supplies but not knowing how long they will have to last, the Question: Are Things Going To Get Worse? following me around and tugging on my arm.
Subtle tremors, or Mr S shaking his leg?
Do I spend water on a cup of tea?
Late that night
People are starting to lose their heads about the nuclear reactor. A call from Mr Australia with the possibility of leaving tonight. A bag is packed and waiting at the door. A brief snapshot of having to watch Mr S die winks at me while I pack. But, all I can really think about is whether or not to I should open the shrimp chips.
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