Spring it is. Perfect walkabout weather, so I went outside to meet hiroko downtown.
Cop cars everywhere at the corner, pool of blood in the street, scooter pulled up onto the sidewalk. Looks like someone tried to run a red light and got smacked and dragged around the corner. Nasty business.
Bussed down to Shibuya, saw the amusing Imperial rightists blathering about Japan's lost military glory (nice hair, guys!), met Hiroko, did some shopping -- new sneaks and sweatpants for the lady -- and walked up through Aoyama and down to Nishiazabu. Had some tea and snacks before cabbing home, getting the old shave-and-a-haircut-and-facial-massage. Then the traditional Japanese Sunday evening feast that we always cook. Damn, I love eating.