8/4 Today was, hehehe, a good day

Today, hehehe, I decided to take a day off work and go out.
I'll tell her the truth properly when she's a little older, but for now, for now, I still spend my days off work looking like I'm heading to work as usual, saying things like, 'Mommy is going to work now~'.
On the way to daycare, my daughter suddenly asked, 'Mommy, will you still be working at the same place even when I go to elementary school?' I didn't understand what she meant, so I asked her again.
She asked me the same thing again, and added, 'Why don't you just change to a place closer to home?'
I might have let it slip that I've started thinking seriously about quitting my job, but I haven't told anyone clearly.
I have said, 'I'll quit eventually,' and since I've said it a few times, people around me just go, 'Oh, sure you will~ hahaha~'.
But I haven't told a single soul on this planet that I've actually decided to quit.
Kids are amazing. It's scary.
I say jokingly, 'Hey, maybe I should just quit.'
I also tell her, 'Don't tell anyone yet, it's a secret between you and Mommy.'
Well then, we parted ways and I was on my own.
I thought it would be a waste of time, but since I get motion sickness easily if I ride vehicles on an empty stomach, I spread some potato jam I got from the guy at the local shop on a slice of bread and ate it.
After eating, I left the house.
I'm going to go to a shrine and pray to the gods, imitating Akira Kawashima, and then go to the coffee shop that appeared in Ban Obara's 'Please Don't Eat Your Fried Chicken Bento Here'.
I have no hesitation in imitating the things that wonderful people like, or the things they do, or the things I think are nice. I'll imitate and adopt anything.
I get on the train.
There are a fair number of people, but fewer than I imagined.
There's enough space for everyone to stand proudly, as if to say, 'This is my spot.'
And then I almost let out a gasp, but held it back.
There was a grasshopper on the wall where the handrail right next to the train door is attached.
Even the grasshopper was standing proudly.
Someone was standing leaning against that wall, not knowing whether they had noticed it or not.
I almost felt like being a busybody and saying, 'Excuse me, there's a grasshopper there,' but there are many things in this world that are better left unknown. You know?
Maybe everyone hasn't noticed, or maybe they have but don't care. I looked around, but I was the only one paying attention to the grasshopper.
Tokyo, the city, everyone is living in their own world.
No one even sees the grasshopper existing all by itself in the human world.
It's obvious, but I realized once again that no one is looking at me either. I feel relieved. It's comfortable.
Even if a seat opened up, I didn't think I could sit down while worrying about the grasshopper, so I casually moved away from that wall and moved to the seats on the opposite side.
I know that thing can fly if it really tries, so I kept checking on it so I wouldn't lose sight of it.
In the end, it stayed there until I got off.
I got off just before the last stop, so I think it probably went all the way to the end.
Isn't the grasshopper surprised to have traveled so far?
I prayed to the gods with all my heart and drew an omikuji fortune.
The text, which looked like classical Japanese, probably said something like, 'Change your mindset and do it! Do it! First, be patient! Then, happiness!' I think.
I concluded with, 'Understood!'
A butterfly was flying nearby.
(When I tried to type this sentence, 'mayor' came up first, and I thought, 'That's ridiculous.')
I left the shrine, and to my surprise, a coffee shop I had been wanting to visit someday was on my way, and I was drawn right in.
Maybe because it was the beginning of the week, before noon on a Monday, I was able to get a seat without waiting and ordered an egg sandwich and an iced café au lait.
At the table back-to-back with mine, a pair was talking about this and that at their workplace, and I nodded to myself, thinking, 'Everywhere has its own issues, don't they?'
Here comes the café au lait, and a few minutes later, the egg sandwich.
The one with an omelet inside. Delicious. Ah, delicious.
Ahhhhhhh.
I savor it.
The deliciousness and this time.
I left the shop, got on the Yamanote Line, and when I got off at Kanda, a melody started playing. I've heard this before, I've heard this before, ah! It's the Mondamin mouth-rinse jingle!!!
I only use the Yamanote Line occasionally, so I get excited every time I hear the melody at each station.
I want to know, I want to know about the other stations too.
It's a world where you can find out immediately if you look it up, but I won't look it up.
I want to hear it unexpectedly when I go somewhere and think, 'Oh!', and be surprised. From now on, too.
I went to two bookstores in a row, and the 'me' inside was writhing, thinking, 'Why are these bookshelves so full of books that make me think this one is good and that one is good?', but since I was in a bookstore, the 'me' on the outside acted like someone quietly enjoying the bookstore.
I chose just a few books and headed to a coffee shop.
I was shown to a counter seat.
Oh no, I was planning to read a book, but this seat... I'm so interested in the master's movements, and it's so much fun, I can't help it.
I love watching pros or craftsmen in the middle of making something, and even at Mister Donut, when I'm in line, I like being in the spot where you can see inside through the glass. I have the desire to quickly choose a donut, pay, and get it, but the desire to stay here and watch forever also wells up. By the way, I also liked factory tours.
It would probably be hard for him if I stared, so I watched casually, but I did watch.
I can smell cigarette smoke.
The person in the seat next to me, and the person next to them, are also smoking.
Haaaaa.
Actually, I also like the smell of cigarettes.
I like this seat, this space.
While I was doing that, the master disappeared, and I wondered if he was in the restroom, but when I noticed, he was sitting at the end of the counter and smoking a cigarette too.
I ate iced coffee and cheesecake, read a little of the books I bought, and ah, it was fun.
Satisfied. Happy.
I'd like to spend my days like this forever, but that's impossible.
I go home.
On days when I take off work, or when the time I spent alone ends, I always end up thinking, 'Ah, today is over,' and I get incredibly lonely, and a mixture of exhaustion, sadness, and despair surely comes out, and I lose the motivation to do anything, but today, strangely, that didn't happen.
There will be days like this again.
I was able to think that.
It was a good day.
I reunited with my children calmly, made corn rice with a calm heart, and it turned out quite delicious.
It was a good day.