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I meant to clean out my closet, but instead am embarked on more cooking experiments; to wit, Yet Another Curry Attempt. Probably as a result of talking to

sweh about the superiority of London curries the other night. Besides, I really wanted to get some use out of all the spices my pooky brought back from his last India trip. (I also have a duck roasting in the oven, but that's not as who should say experimental.)

My favorite pen (it's dark green/brown with sparklies), which I use for scribbling Champions plot notes, ran out on the way home today. Waah. I don't remember where I got it, so replacing it could be tricky. Don't ask me why, but it's easier to think when I'm writing with that pen. Possibly this is pathetically psychosomatic.

As I was walking up the driveway, a biplane flew right overhead, low enough I could see "US Army" painted on the under-wings (though it looked like the Air Force symbol), triggering a moment of complete cognitive dissonance: "we were going to go to the aerodrome next weekend, right? And it's not here." ...Just now, I could swear I hear it or another one, but I can't see any from the computer room window due to excessive foliage.

Public service announcement:

naudia and the pooky are stuck in Florida onaccounta hurricane, but are well and safe and not feeling particularly threatened.