Recently, my wife, who had been complaining about some kind of shoulder pain, decided to take yoga lessons once a week through the introduction of a young man named Yokoyama, who lives upstairs in the apartment building. Thanks to that, I was laughing at my wife who seemed to be doing something happily, but one day, while trying on a newly purchased leotard for lessons, I said, "Tomorrow It's a lesson..." Seeing my wife diligently trimming her hair with a hand mirror in one hand, I felt uneasy.
