Sweet, sweet long weekend

Moving is a headache in and of itself, especially when you're spending a lot of time trying to explain what a handcart is in a foreign language, because you haven't yet figured out that the appropriate word happens to be "cart" (or, at least, "kaato").

When faced with such a difficult situation, the obvious remedy is to try, say, going to a BBQ with some Japanese hippies in some part of Tokyo that you've never been to before and are certain to get lost in, while simultaneously planning for your four-day weekend which will involve a visit to "the family tomb" preceded by a hike up Mount Fuji, and of course you'll want to schedule the most difficult part of the move, which is to say the transportation of your new (used) washing machine and fridge from two people at two different locations to your new apartment that doesn't even have electricity yet, right after a full day at work which is also the day before the hike up Mount Fuji, and the day before that you'll want to stay up late agonizing over what to write to convince your bosses to promote you.

Thank God I can relax now. And by "relax", I mean struggle my way up to the highest point in Japan--in the dead of night, as the plan goes.