So, like a dumbass, I booked a 5pm flight back to Fukuoka when we were arriving in Tokyo at 5am. Which meant that, post extra nap on not-so-comfortable airport chairs, I had eight-and-a-half hours to kill before I could check in for my flight. (Poor D-Mug, even though she had to transfer from Haneda to Narita, had much the same problem.) I spent the time eating, drinking Starbucks, working on my book until my computer died, searching for an English book (there were none in THREE bookstores. I shake my fist at you, Haneda domestic terminal!), and wandering wandering wandering.
But eventually I made it to Fukuoka, then the ferry to Iki, and then I was home!
Except oh wait, my tatami had molded while I was gone. 0.0 Awesome…