...and on the seventh day

I have a distant, but rather amicable relationship with my upstairs neighbors.When we see each other we bow and greet each other with a polite ”こんにちは”.　My neighbor loves doing laundry and I often wake up bright and early (The day is bight, not the narrator.) to the sound of her washing machine whirling and swirling the family garments with a monotonous rumble. These days the sound has been replaced with the sound of helicopters roaring overhead and the rumble of the earth that makes me think that Godzilla is out strolling in my backyard.
I would say that at this point in time We are not in a dire situation, we're waiting for one. A limbo of sorts...sitting around and waiting for the next big shake up, letting the worries and fears build until there is little left but desperation, anger and frustration at our inability to go back to a time before the earth shook us. When things were at their worst I had adrenaline to keep me goin. Now, like my van, I am running on empty. A feeling of more than just mild annoyance overcomes me when I hear people complain about what should or should not be done. It has only been a week and the trains are starting to roll, the highways are opening and relief supplies are starting to arrive. The ability and swiftness of the Japanese government to deal with not only a natural disaster of immense scale, but also to avert a nuclear catastrophe, is nothing less than astounding.
Tomorrow morning, but not too early in the day. I hope to once again hear the rumble and roar of the washing machine doing what it was built to do. It'll mean that we are getting that much closer to doing what we were meant to do too.