Ask for leave on the last day of this month, weak sheep, and you should be able to fully recover tomorrow.

This disease is too bad, and I don't have any desires now. Although writing a book to earn money to support my family is just needed, I still don't want to move.

The sequelae are probably no sense of taste or smell. I ordered a piece of Hell Ramen, but the taste was very bland, and I couldn’t smell cat feces. Fortunately, I found a drama and watched it, and the little brother can still use it.

Let's write well next year...