A weekend day

My weekends are unexciting. The sun comes up around 5am. I awoke at a little past 6:30 (late for me). Mowed the lawn for a bit (27,000 sq ft lot), fed the dog, dug through the stuff in the garage (thankfully now less than before), found some US-grade surge protectors for our electronic stuff we brought over, and reviewed respiratory physiology. It's barely past noon right now.

I really want Indian food. Craving it in fact. Especially an Indian buffet. I would totally clean them out.

Craving Sichuan food as well, but they don't come in buffets. Only hot pots. And when I say hot, I mean HOT.