From my apartment front room I look out over the day. Housewives have judged that the weather will hold long enough to air out their futons draped across hundreds of balconies. A train rumbles over the raised line that leads to Shin-Urayasu Station. Books are being written and produced that would not have happened except for the Internet–the Internet which brings long-hidden and difficult to find information to the mind as easily as tap-water comes to the lips. It all proceeds and promises to continue. What a fine day to exist!