It must be spring in Ilsan. The mormons come out in their noachian pairs and buzz at the major pedestrian crossways, like well-dressed flies that can't find the garbage. I saw three sets today: walking along Jungang-no, at Juyeop station, and crossing Ilsan-no close to work. Sometimes I talk to them, even, but mostly now I don't.
I'm tired although I had a fairly light teaching load today. I guess I'm still not fully recovered from the horrible cold thing I had.
[daily log: walking, 6 km]