It's the end of February. I somehow finished my work where I had decided to do in this month, and now I'm drinking a glass of sake in a laid-back mood.

This morning, my daughter succeeded to turn over for the first time. I witnessed the moment but couldn't do nothing when she fell out of the mat and then cried.

I talked with my colleague all the afternoon. We are facing with a lot of strategic problems to survive the ever declining publishing business. We have already figured out many hints but haven't found the way to make it live. What we need is a person who can work with us toward the future of publishing. Although we have got to hang out meanwhile, there will be good, discreet publisher's business in the near future.

Today we got a package from my mother. It contains a pair of hina doll, which is a traditional doll to be displayed in order to celebrate a growth of daughters on March 3; the Girl's Festival day. We wouldn't buy them ourselves because they usually take a huge room to display and a additional storage to be put in. But my mother, who had been somehow yearning for the girl's traditional festival but didn't have her own daughter, finally had a chance to buy them, so we got one. They are relatively small for a true hina doll set, because my wife went to the shop with my mother and succeeded to persuade her not to choose anyone bigger than that.

Now I'm reading Howard Schultz's "ONWARD" to and from work. It makes me think drinking a cup of coffee in Starbucks must be a temporal heaven among those hectic days.

I decided to get a little rest from a mind-boggling amount of editing tasks, and went to a rare exhibition of the British Council Collection with my son. I had wanted to go to there because everyone who already saw it said that it was so nice and filled with variety of creative works.

It really was amazing. I was knocked out by the uniqueness of each work as well as the way they were displayed. The one I was most seduced was an Anna Barriball's drawing of spotlights with "real spotlights" painted in blue and green. However, I also felt uneasy because I had to keep my son from touching them.

Of course, there were more fascinating works there. Some just made us laugh, the other disrupted our daily thoughts in a good way. What was surprised me the most was that my son didn't seem to be bored. We spent more than two hours in there, going up and down stairs in the museum. We then ate lunch near the museum and came back home at almost two o'clock.

I don't have nothing to write because I've been working all the day even on Saturday... Didn't I write about my new DSLR I bought the past Sunday? I've been hoping to visit somewhere with it for a week.

This morning, our son lost his baby tooth for the first time. It was a lower one so he have to throw it over the roof of the house. It is a sort of ritual in Japan to do that. Sooner or later the upper tooth will drop, then he have to bury it under the basement of the house. The problem is that we are living in a room of a condominium, and there are no roof or basement we can reach. We will do that at his grandma's house before long.