Sometimes, when I eat Indian food now, it makes me feel like I'm in E. M. Forester's A Passage to India, having a picnic by those caves or visiting the doctor's place for dinner.
I made an Indian curry dish for supper tonight - chicken with tomatoes and fenugreek or something like that. I also made these chick pea flour pancakes, which I've been eating with butter and mango chutney while I wait for Todd to get home from work.
Work today was boring and slow. I put together a database for the "farm", and the guy who fixes the blinds came in and looked at my naked window. A couple weeks ago, I was adjusting the blinds, and they just fell right off. It's taken two weeks to assess the situation twice. The first time they said they'd be replacing the blinds in the entire office as a result. We thought that was stupid, but such is the public service. Now they've come in again and are much more reasonable - they'll only be replacing the ones in my office. Now if it's taken them two weeks to determine all this, I imagine I won't have new blinds until mid-September.