It's fall here. Which means its been cold (around 40 degrees F) and has been raining about every twenty minutes.

The girls have started wearing sweaters and coats and gloves and scarves and hats. But, oddly enough, have not stopped wearing skirts that stop around halfway between knee and thigh. Not that I'm complaining, but it seems like it'd be a little... drafty.

Anyway, I'm too chilly to get my blood boiling over Bush or commercialism or any of the other things that I'd normally be ranting about. So here's a short story about Nara, a place I visited when it was a lot warmer.

Next time: International communication and giving people the finger.