I had some people stop over last night on their way across Hokkaido for a shopping expedition to Sapporo. And so, with much sadness, wailing and gnashing of teeth, I decided that since it was dropping below freezing I would make the move and turn on the heater. Really, it was for the good of my guests.
Ah, the smell of kerosene.
I hate the smell of kerosene.
Oh summer, how you will be missed.