令和８年1月20日（火）
朝5時起床 前日苦しんだが今朝はさほどでもない 直った感じがするが油断は禁物だ
前日はかなりやばかった 帰宅して配信行くのをやめた 体調が直る気配がなかったから
すぐに布団にもぐりこんだ 夜の10時ごろ目が覚める 姉が用意した鍋の食材があるのでそれを作ることにする 出来上がって晩御飯食べた 美味しく食べられた 風邪薬のんで再び布団に入る 数回トイレで起きたが熱もなく調子いい 咳もでなくなった
昨日East iの本線検測Cの配信できなかったこと悔やまれるがまぁ しかたない
今日もチャンスあるのでお出かけすることにする
今日の絵
A Quiet Signal
Every morning, the signal light on the hill blinked exactly three times. No one knew why it was there, and no one remembered who built it. It had been blinking for as long as the town could remember.
Most people stopped noticing it. It became part of the background, like the sound of wind or distant traffic. But one morning, Eli stopped walking.
He felt it before he understood it. The light was still blinking, but something was different. Not brighter. Not faster. Just closer.
Eli climbed the hill that day. The path was narrow and quiet, and with every step, the noise of the town faded behind him.
At the top, there was no machine. No tower. Just a small mirror, standing alone, catching the morning sun.
When the light blinked, Eli realized the truth. The signal was never sent to the town. It was sent from it.
The mirror reflected whatever stood before it. For years, the town had passed by without looking.
Eli looked. And for the first time, the light stayed on.