The hallmarks of a successful evening

1. Best vegetarian curry EVER. (By the kind offices of Matthew & Kathryn, who brought me a set of curry spices from the exotic Southeast.) It was perhaps a bit busy--I believe that cauliflower, eggplant, chickpeas, and potatoes all in one pot is more variety than is customary--but I rather liked having all those different consistencies.

2. Actual planning of something I've wanted to do for ages, to wit whitewater rafting. (Watch this space for further details.)

3. The joys of pillowtalk:
Me: "*eep* Careful there, our cervix is a little low today."
Brian: "You've come to the wrong shop, then..."

Bring me to my sanctum.

I've made a good effort into the pile of crap utterly concealing my workroom. I'd say it's about 75% finished (though, as with all packing/unpacking efforts, it's the last bit that is going to take the most futzing around). Now if only IKEA will get the fucking chair I want back in stock...any of the three branches in the metro area would be fine, kthxbye.

This diligence in spite of a woefully unwise album choice for the evening, but my tape copy of Man of Colours apparently did not survive the move and this was Next Best Thing.