When the drain on the battery exceeds the charge rate

I'm going through one of those spells where the weekends, the refueling times, aren't long or restful enough to top off the tank, meaning that each week, I'm dipping a little deeper into the reserve to get through it all. 

Which is to say, I don't have a great deal to report, at least, not a great deal that's terribly interesting. I got my blood work back from the lab and I'm surprisingly healthy in most respects, but my B12 level is low and my vitamin D level is...I'm trying to remember the exact words on the report. "Alarmingly low," I think, is what they were. Apparently, the best answer for this is to drink milk and eat a lot of fish. The more realistic response is to take supplements. 

I'm currently reading Kazuo Ishiguro's Never Let Me Go which is both quite the page turner and absolutely nothing like I was expecting from the author of Remains of the Day. The trade paperback has one really annoying quirk, though. The typeface, which I've seen identified as Bembo Schoolbook, is unusually distracting. It's thinner than what I'm accustomed to reading and it bothers me more than it should. It's quite pretty; it's just not great for reading.

My fair burg finally got a Peruvian restaurant worth the name. If you're not familiar with Peruvian food, at least the versions of it that have made their way this far north, you'll be in for a treat. Imagine a delicious stir fry and then imagine serving it over hot french fries. That's the lomo saltado, which is probably the most obviously accessible dish, but any culture that comes up with that level of genius is going to produce some fine food. The place is called Lima Criollo, and it's inexpensive, the portions are generous, and it's as casual as you'd like. 

That's about it for now as we're getting into wee-hour territory here and I'm pretty sure that staying up late isn't going to do my energy levels any good. Good night, and take care.

-RK

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