The night of our first full day in Tokyo, we forced ourselves to stay up until an early-but-reasonable bedtime (we referred to it as our Firpo-bedtime) to keep to a non-jet-lag schedule, but as soon as the clock struck 10, we hit the tatami-and-futons.
And just as we’d settled in under the covers, the ground below us began to shake.
Devin: “What’s happening?”
Don: “It’s an earthquake. Welcome to Tokyo.”
Devin: “Is the ground still shaking, or am I making that up?”
Don: “No, I think it’s still shaking.”
Devin: “So, can we at least secure the [giant wardrobe and dresser set lining the bedroom walls, very un-earthquake-proof and certain to crush us literally to death were they ever to fall on us in an earthquake – usually, tatami bedrooms do not have furniture in them.]?”
Don: “I was just thinking that.”
And so, on our third day, we began our second home improvement project – rearranging all the massive furniture.
(The first project was on the second day: to fix all the screen doors that had blown off during the typhoon on our first day).