Journal 3 (1) Last week, at long last, my wife smashed (finished/nailed) her internship, which took her 8 weeks. Taking this opportunity, I considered how I’d be able to help her out. In doing so, one thing that I’ve been only talking to her about, that, someday, I’d make sure of doing comes to me (occurs to me), which was cooking. Actually, it was not that I’ve really craved to do that, but that I’ve regarded it as a duty to do as a partner. Frankly speaking, I’ve been neglecting ‘this duty’, excusing to myself, something like ‘I’ve never done any cooking in my whole life so I’m afraid of doing any’.