Monday Is Monday

I had a special egg for breakfast; it is called Hatsu-tamago. It is valuable according to the first time a cock lays the first egg of the year. However, the egg was just a egg for me. I worked until 5:30 p.m. I concentrated on several tasks but couldn’t complete any of them. It was terrible but I have no choice. The dinner was marinated yellow tail and avocado, sauteed bamboo shoot with ketchup, etc. The umeboshi that prepared my mom last year was especially delicious. I fell asleep at 11p.m.