It’s Friday. It is one year and nine days since I moved to Japan. It is about six weeks since this season’s state of constant cold started. It is three days since this term of Japanese started up. It is one month since my birthday already. I am still cold. I feel like my hands are in a constant state of cold like little icicles, my torso is warm but I am still shivering from the cold. It is a calm evening, and I can not seem to start the long list of things I want to do, simply because both my mind and my hands feels numb and slow from the cold. I want spring. Just a little longer, just another month or two now…