Didn't leave the house. Did some writing, which is very rare. A critical business partner invited himself over to try to sun-bleach the foxing off a print in a tray of water in the driveway, but the print disintegrated. He hung around a while, talking about his departure to Japan on Thursday. He wants to buy a house in one of the towns around Lake Biwa but the realty in that area is notoriously monopolized by the yakuza and he cannot look for a house without a referral to a clean realtor, which has proven elusive. My wife, mother-in-law and I realized for the first time in ten years that he cannot speak or understand Japanese, despite his familiarity with archaic signatures and scripts. I almost made a major koa sale, which might still happen, for a consignor who worked in the porn industry. Didn't leave the house. Don't want to leave the house tomorrow. either.