Suppose the sense of sight from me is seized,
And with it, stolen, beholding your face;
Remembering the sun, and how it pleased
My senses, could I then your grace retrace.
Or if someone should take my world of song
So that I cannot drink your lovely voice,
The garden where the freshest fruits belong
Would bear the sweetest juice that my mouth moists.
And should my tongue be cut out from my head,
Preventing me from telling you my thoughts
About you, I would master one hundred
And one instruments to play for you Bach.
Even without my sight or sound or speech,
Your happiness to me will always reach.

It’s cold here, but my heart is warm.

God, has it really been over a week?

Development has taken a sharp up-turn - I expect to release my new program before the winter holiday. Here’s hoping… Nearly neglected to eat dinner last night I was so lost in code. heh - 8 hours teaching, 8 hours coding. I need to work for Google and get 20% (paid) time to work on my own private projects. New ideal employer in some respects (while the constant programming would prolly get to me, everything they do for their employees is incredible).

Played volleyball with my teachers over the weekend. Like sensei soccer, but sensei volleyball. And, like sensei soccer, we didn’t progress in the tournament. But, unlike sensei soccer, we won a game! mochiron, sashin ga aru yo!

Tomorrow is the last day of teaching till the new year, and I’m really needing it. A break from the lessons, needy teachers, needy students, and thankless looks. Winter’s cold weather (or my apartment’s lack of heating) doesn’t help, either. However, this year I have a magical plush hot water bottle (just need a kettle, d’oh!).