Canon's Diary

Friday, the sky was overcast. When I left the hotel in the morning, the asphalt was wet. It might have rained a little last night. As usual, I had breakfast at the convenience store in the station before heading to work. I attended a joint meeting with the sales department to align on the sales support tasks for the project management section. It seems highly likely that the operations will be structured similarly to the tasks I handled two years ago.

While managing post-order projects, there also seems to be work related to system improvements, so in the afternoon, I attended an online seminar on Google App Script to review the basics. I also received a rare inquiry from my old department, making today feel notably heavy compared to recent days.

A message came to my personal LINE account. It was an invitation to a tennis practice session on Saturday, as they were short on players. I hadn’t held a racket all week due to my work in Osaka, so I wanted to go, but I hesitated a bit—this practice was an intense three-hour session.

Once I return to Tokyo, I have to continue preparing for my move. Clothes, daily necessities—I need to start packing them into boxes soon. There’s hardly any time to relax, either physically or mentally. I also received a message from the real estate company about the dimensions of the stove space, window size, refrigerator space, and the position of the TV antenna outlet. Since it’s hard to find time while in Osaka, I was considering buying at least the stove and curtains in Tokyo and shipping them to Osaka. Things are starting to feel hectic.

Even though I wanted to rest my tired body, I couldn’t suppress my desire to play tennis. So, from the Shinkansen bound for Tokyo, I replied that I would join the practice.

By now, I’ve gotten used to it, but there are still so many foreign tourists near Kyoto Station. Around the Shinkansen ticket gates, the sound of suitcase wheels rolling along the floor accompanies the train status announcements in both Japanese and English. The Friday night Shinkansen to Tokyo was nearly full.

I arrived home around 8:30 PM. Since I had already eaten dinner, I had a brief chat with my wife before stepping into a room cluttered with moving boxes. Pushing through my exhaustion, I packed my racket into my bag.