I hadn't been feeling well to begin with, and I'd just had diarrhea. It was already my third trip to the bathroom in nearly an hour. I was thinking I'd have to stay up late again tonight, only for my mom to tell me earlier that I had to get up early tomorrow to visit the graves...
She said that since this year had a leap second month, tomorrow was the last chance or something. I didn't understand these customs or superstitions.
There were also plenty of rules that were obviously made up by modern people, and I found them ridiculous.
But my mom was especially stubborn about this sort of thing and really believed in it.
The only fortunate thing was that I could ride there in a relative's car, and all I had to do was use a sickle to trim the grass a little.
Otherwise, in my current condition, I'd probably lose half my life.