In which I’m rather looking forward to leaving town.

I finished my laundry last night, and found a piece of luggage, and threw the stuff I’ll be taking into a pile in the middle of my room. Then I cooked for an hour, because I felt like cooking.

Chana chole. Rice with cumin and peas. Dhal. So good!

I got AmmZon to cash my tax refund check for me, and then took Bindu on a walk up to the gas station because I really wanted a Coke.

I went to bed early…

…and woke up extremely early. Like, ass crack of dawn early. Gah.

…and then I fell back to sleep until work, and didn’t finish my packing this morning as I’d meant to. It’s all in a pile anyway, it shouldn’t take me long to stuff it into the bag waiting for it. I have my music, and some eggs, and chargers for cell phone and iPod, and the iPod itself, and toiletries, and clothes. It’s only three days, after all.

I got up and let Bindu out and had leftovers for lunch; a sort of modified kitchari – leftover rice and dhal and water and a pinch of salt heated in a small sauce pan. I’d put potatoes, broccoli, and carrots in the dhal the night before because I’d had every intention of eating the leftovers as kitchari today.

Somewhere I’d gotten the idea that kitchari – or kitcheree – was mixing rice, dhal, and veggies into a bowl and eating it. Complete protein, quick and easy, lovely. But when I google it now, though, it’s all Ayurvedic and dosha-balancing and good for you. And mung beans.

I’m assuming whoever taught me the word kitcheree was wrong calling a rice, dhal, and veggie soup by that name.

In a totally unrelated aside, last night when I removed my contact lenses I put them into the case and covered them with Boston solution… and then didn’t close the case. I think in ninteen years or more of wearing contacts, that that is the first time I’ve ever done that.