Canon's Diary

I woke up at four in the morning. A dim light was seeping through the gap in the curtains. Birds had begun their morning song.
I sat down in the reclining chair and had a glass of whisky. I had been tense all day yesterday. Though I should have been exhausted, I couldn’t sleep well.
Feeling a bit tipsy, I crawled into bed, and when I next opened my eyes, it was already past ten.

Monday, May 19th. The sky was faintly overcast. My mother had gone out to the hospital, but she seemed to have returned and was doing the dishes in the kitchen. I’ve taken leave from work until tomorrow, and after that, I plan to work remotely from Tokyo.

My father’s funeral was held yesterday, and with the paperwork mostly settled, there was nothing urgent I had to attend to today.
After lunch, I sat in a chair, staring blankly. When I do nothing, waves of fatigue and deep sadness hit me.
I made a reservation for a tennis lesson as a way to lift my spirits, but I canceled it shortly after. I wasn’t feeling well, and I’m not yet in the mood to play tennis.

A pendant for holding ashes, which I had bought for my mother, arrived. In front of her, I placed some of my father’s ashes into it and handed it to her.
Documents related to hospital bills, the application for survivor’s pension, and the NHK name transfer also arrived by mail. My sister Ayaka is coming tomorrow, so I plan to take care of them together.

My apologies to my readers—
I’m a little tired today, so I’ll leave it here for now.