Except for the internet, which drove me nuts at times. It's nice having the cable connection. We've never had one before, and I'm liking it. It's fast and convenient-- until they start having problems with their server. It ate half my entry on Saturday night, and then went down completely. I managed to fix it Sunday morning, wandered off to make another cup of tea, and when I sat back down, it was down again, never to return. Very frustrating, especially since I was needing to mail off the pages for next month's magazine. Not only that, but I couldn't even finish them off and have them ready to go, since I couldn't check my email for any last minute changes. There are always last minute changes.

So instead I lounged on the sofa and watched the Eastenders omnibus and random sitcoms until it was time to head out to eat. There are worse ways to spend a Sunday afternoon.

Today I went to the gym. It's the first time I've been back since I did whatever it is that I did to my lower back. No problems at all, except things got a bit twingy doing hyper-extensions so I left that one at just the one set. Of course, I'll have to see how it is tomorrow. My back didn't hurt the day I injured it; it was the following morning when the agony set in.

I am still sick of blowing my nose.

While I was on the stair-climber, my thoughts turned to what I was going to make myself for lunch, as they do. It didnt' take me long to decide that what I really wanted was a curry. So after I finished my work-out, I scurried home, ravenous, to make me some lunch. I took out the tofu, the onion, the apple, the coconut milk, the potato, the peas, the cauliflower, the pitas I use instead of naan. But I couldn't find the curry paste. I found two jars of mango chutney. Two! I have raisins and slivered almonds as well. So I took out my step- ladder and made a thorough search.

Still no curry paste. I have curry powder, and ginger and coriander and chili, but I like to mix the powdered spices and the paste for best effect. Neither one on its own really does it for me.

How could I let this happen? I don't make curry all that often, but when I do I always seem to have two or three different types to choose from. But nothing..... Unbelievable. It's my own fault, too. I know for a fact that Elvis hasn't been using it up without telling me.

Eventually, I whipped up some of my spicy, tasty, and admittedly unauthentic enchilada sauce, and had enchiladas instead. They turned out well, but they just weren't curry. (As if I expected them to mutate in the oven.) I even had a piece of chocolate afterwards. It didn't help.

I am definitely still craving curry. Elvis doesn't do curry, so a trip round the corner to the Indian place for dinner tonight is out of the question.

This means, of course, that tomorrow after my trip to the gym (including faux- yoga-- I've decided to give it another go), I'll be making a trip to the grocery store.