I had a tough time sleeping last night – the hug refusal got to me. I woke up in the middle of the night to Eriko crying (turns out it was just a bad dream) and that allowed me to get past my pride. I woke up at 7, fixed breakfast and left the house by 7:30. I said bye to Eriko, who was still inbed. I made great progress in the morning and had several meetings. I had lunch with Eriko and it was nice. At one point, she very seriously told me that my belly was disgusting (my co-worker would later describe it as the end of the honeymoon). Back at work, lots of meetings. There is a minor emergency that I am in the middle of, so that took a lot of my time. I had to run to Japanese class. Class was good, but I’m clearly not studying in my spare time (which is obvious both from my own knowledge of my activities and my lack of progress). To much computer time, I suppose. I returned to work for a little more progress and discussion about the emergency before arriving home at 6:30 (a little late). Dinner was delicious and I watched the Angels & White Sox game. Things were very pleasant until I made the mistake of trying to touch Eriko’s belly with my cool beer. She got upset, I got upset, silence ensued. She went to bed and I joined her an hour or so later.