Canon's Diary

Thursday, July 3rd.
It’s cloudy, but the humidity and temperature are high.
When I finally arrived at the office, the air conditioning was blasting.

I hadn’t felt well since the morning. Lightheaded, nauseous, chills that made me put on extra layers. I couldn’t focus on work. Something was clearly wrong. I checked my pill case — I had taken last night’s medication properly.

I had some soba noodles for lunch and felt a bit better, but I still couldn’t concentrate on work afterward. My hands and feet were tingling. It seemed I might have come down with a mild case of heat exhaustion.

I let my boss know and headed home.

To be honest, I’m exhausted.
In February, I was told I’d be transferred alone. In March, I prepared for the move. And in April, I started a new life in Osaka. The move, the unfamiliar environment. Amid all that, my father passed away. I arranged the funeral, handled the inheritance paperwork for my mother. New job responsibilities. Frequent trips back and forth between Tokyo and Osaka.

Even so, I tried to live carefully, mindfully. I started cooking for myself. I kept playing tennis. My autonomic nervous system must have been thrown off balance too.

I need to rest a little.

Right now, I’m at home, quietly listening to jazz.
Today, I think I’ll just take it slow.