I stayed home from work yesterday to take care of Bout d'Chou, who seems to have caught some kind of stomach bug.

We thought he was better this morning, but Raiontzukai called me seconds after I had set foot into my cubicle - litterally; I had not even sat down yet - to tell me symptoms had resurfaced.

As I unlocked my bike from the employee bike rack to go back home, this man, who was locking his own bike on the same rack, looked at me and said: I like your work hours.