Slept like several dogs and thank god, don't have a hangover. Which is good, since I hardly drank anything yesterday.
Those sly bastards did not leave a yukata in the room like they always do because they knew I'd be stealing it. Slimeballs! Oh well, I'll get them at the hotel in Nara.
It's a stinking 33°C out there and I can hear the drone of the cicadas. I love those beasts -- I miss them in Montreal, even though there are a few. Here, there are a few billion.