On Saturday Chi and Shiba took me to my new digs for the month.  It's actually quite spacious.  I was expecting a very cramped situation, but I even have a whole room that I never use except to walk through!  Now if only I had a chair...

I'm not sure what the sign says on the door, but I was instructed to leave the black letters showing.  Apparently the red letters revealed by sliding the black letters to the side say something that I don't want to advertise...

I have my own kitchen complete with microwave, stove (sometimes), and refrigerator.  My bed is a futon on the floor, which actually seems to be helping my back.  My only complaint is the pillow.  I may have to get a real one.  Right now I've got some plastic beads wrapped in a towel - not just real supportive.  The toilet is Japanese-style, but I think I've got the hang of it now.

Conveniently, they've located me right next to the hospital.  Somebody must have tipped them off about my propensity for injuring myself.  I knew the Japanese word for hospital, but I guess now I can just point!