I've had an interesting morning today. As I was walking down the street I saw a fat dead rat, absolutely disgusting. It was gone later; I assume some hungry lucky dog or cat found a nice breakfast. Then there were a couple more observations I made when I was at the gym. On the way up the stairs there are a few low ceilings where anybody taller than an Asian could hit their head. They've got signs up, warning you of this, but the problem I see here is that the signs are placed on the parts of the ceiling where you'd bump your head. The warnings should be on the floor, because if you were actually looking up where the sign is, you wouldn't need it, because you'd see the low ceiling.

Then in the locker room, there are 50-some lockers, all numbered. At the reception before you come in, they give you towels, and a padlock and key for a locker. Each padlock has a number corresponding to a locker, but in reality it's just a padlock that fits on any of the lockers. Quite amusing when an old, little Japanese man comes in and finds out the locker with the number matching his padlock is taken. After a brief moment of panic he goes back to the reception to change padlocks. It's not uncommon to find that the locker you've been "assigned" is taken when you find out that there are a few padlocks with the same numbers.

Then I go swimming. I started doing 12 laps, and I'm now up to 20. That's roughly 2 km. The swimming pool is at a hotel in town, and while I'm in the pool for nearly an hour, there are several people that come in, do a lap or 2, and are gone. I can imagine them telling their friends later that day that they did some laps in the pool this morning. Wow, 2 laps! Come on, do 20! It's actually an addiction, a healthy one; exercising. Your body produces chemicals that make you feel good. That's why sometimes when you swim, and you've already done 20 laps, you convince yourself that you miscounted, and do another lap or so. After some activity you'll feel fresh and ready to handle the rest of the day.

I like it when my mornings are not dull and I have something to ramble about when it comes to lunchtime. I only wish I took a picture of that dead rat. I'm pretty sure it was decapitated or something: blood on the street in a splatter coming from the neck-area. Wouldn't you like to see that?