I'm back in Chicago, trying to determine what day it is (Wednesday, I think). Tuesday was very long—39 hours for me, if you go by the book—but the only way it makes sense to me is to think of it as two separate days. For instance, I think I started trying to get some sleep somewhere just east of Japan somewhere around 9pm local time, which would be 30 hours ago. Then I woke up somewhere just east of Sacramento about 24 hours ago. The evening and the morning of the first day, sort of.
All right, so I had two Tuesdays. On the first Tuesday of this week, I walked around Neodaemun Market, then back up to Cheonggyecheon, where, a propos of nothing, this happened:
There might have been some reason for it but no one I asked could tell me. OK, then.
Also a propos of nothing, this was my $6.80 lunch on Monday:
I tried all of it, except the pink liquid that smelled evil, and I've decided I'm not a big fan of kimchi.
I should get gradually more coherent as the week goes on.