The curse of Indian food

Blue skies with white whispy clouds complement the sailboats floating quietly in the moring field. The effects of yesterday’s Indian lunch near Harvard square with biochemical friends seems to have warn off so that I can more readily enjoy such a picturesque visage. That makes two Indian meals that were accompanied by significant discomfort in the space of the a month. The food wasn’t very spicy but there must have been some onerous type of molecule hiding in the yellow curry that severely impacted my digestive system.

A check out of the Windchaser showed it to be in good shape but after a run of the engine to charge the batteries it was away home. The meeting yesterday with such great minds had gone well and hopefully will result in a mutually beneficial future. Regardless, is was pleasant to visit with old friends discussing past adventures and future potentials.