Spun

I started out today under the general impression that I am a reasonably fit human being. And then I went spinning.

Wow. An hour later I was a sweaty mess, wondering if I was going to be able to make it home. I was cheered by the fact that there are a couple of runners in the group, who say that it's generally helped their running. That's a nice thought, if I manage to live through another class.

The rest of the day has been spent in a packing / panicking / trying to find a sofa to be delivered before Christmas kinda haze. I think I'm resigned to the fact that I won't have carpets, sofa or a bed for at least a couple of weeks after the move.

I raided SS's new Indian book this evening because I was faced with an evening alone, a hankering for a curry and a stupid promise I made to myself not to spend any money this weekend. A chickpea biriani made me keep my promise.