I don't need a shopping list
After work yesterday, A. picked me up, and we drove to the Sobey's mall to pick up three things: heavy-duty extra-wide foil (for wrapping the frozen cake), contact lens solution, and, from the Bulk Barn in the same mall, a cake box for the wrapped cake.

I went to the Bulk Barn and got two cake boxes (I'd brought the springform pan, and one box was a good fit -- even a little snug -- while the other was very large. I didn't know if the wrapped cake would fit into the snug box. Hence two.) and two mini-size Sidekick chocolate bars (my favourite!). One for me and one for A.

Then I went to Sobey's. It was a nuthouse in there, full of students doing the first shopping trip. There were three groups of kids earnestly debating the merits of different kinds of boxed macaroni cheese. "Should we get the cheap stuff? Or this kind with the extra cheez powder? What do you think?" I almost told them what I thought, which was "Don't waste your time here; get over to Zehrs and buy the President's White Cheddar variety if you're that concerned," but didn't.

I purchased a bunch of vegetables; some roasted red peppers that were on deep discount in the back of the store; two boxes of sugar-free Jello pudding; some cook cheese and Quark; and contact lens solution. Something missing there, isn't it? We drove off, and went to the library to drop off my overdue books, and getting back into the car, I yelped, "Foil!"

There's another grocery right near the library, so we stopped there. A. said, "Ice cream..." and I got foil, low-fat chocolate ice cream, and low-fat Cool Whip. Go me.

Then it was off home, where A. photographed the cake, and we wrapped it up nicely and boxed it, and A. took me out to dinner at the Korean-Japanese place.

Eaten yesterday, therefore:
five, hyedapbap (with a bit of rice) and a side dish of kimchi. The last bite or so of rice and fishes somehow had some unmixed-in hot sauce on top of it, which stuck to my lips and tongue and burned wildly. After that, we strolled to the coffee shop next door for dessert, for which I had a skim latte (to get rid of the burning -- milk) and a bite of A.'s chocolate mudslide mousse cake.

six (postworkout); protein shake mixed with glutamine, pudding powder and some Cool Whip, layered with a half cup of the chocolate ice cream and a sprinkle of Kashi Crunch. With one of the Lindt thin chocolate squares stuck into it.

Workout yesterday was Legs. First installment of Shock Week; tempo 313 on the first exercise of supersets and all dropsets, 101 on the second exercise of supersets. No rest, just setup time where necessary.

Superset:
One-Legged Squat off Box
WU b/w R4/L4
Work 55lb DB L10/R10 R10/L10
Front Squat
WU 20lbs x6
Work 65lbs x10, 10
Notes: I could probably afford to raise the weight at last on the front squats. I can't on the box squats -- not, at any rate, until I get a new box. I honestly thought I'd go through the milk crate this time.

Superset:
Leg Extension
WU 50lbs x6
Work 135lbs x10, 10
Genie Squat
WU b/w x6
Work 55lb DB x10, 10

Dropset Lunges, Oly bar
120lbs xR10/L10
110lbs xR10/L10
Notes: Not too bad; my knee seemed pretty stable this time.

Superset:
Lying Leg Curl
WU35lbs x6
Work 55lbs x10, 10
Pull-through
WU 20lbs x6
Work 70lbs x10, 9
Notes: Those leg curls with the toes pointed still hurt. The pull-throughs at that weight were... odd. Like I could pull more, but didn't have the leverage, rather than the strength, to do so.

Dropset Romanian Deadlifts, short Oly
109.5lbs x10
99.5lbs x10
Notes: Okay, I could do more than this. Time to stop being so chicken.

I've been reading old detective stories; I found a little stash of them I got for free out of the dregs of some garage sale, and had been meaning to get to: Nero Wolfe, a bunch of Simenons, and a C.S. Forester.

Strangely, though I went through a pretty heavy mystery-genre phase a while back, I've never read either Stout or Simenon. Probably because I wasn't inclined so much to the hard-boiled format; I preferred Sayers or Allingham, and when I couldn't get those, I remember, I was reading those cheesy medieval mysteries, or else Anne Perry's Monk books -- that kind of thing. Comforting pseudo-intelligent mysteries.

I rather liked the Nero Wolfe -- it was a big fat omnibus of five novels. I'm not so sure about Maigret. They're so detached they should have a notice on the cover: "Take with a large glass of water." Very dry.

Still avoiding that thar Mason & Dixon. I've figured out why, though; it's not the kind of book one can pick up and put down, and I haven't time at present to sit down with it and cuddle up and get in the mood. So it's not that I'm not liking it, more that it's one of those friends you need to make elaborate arrangements to see, rather than simply dropping by unannounced whenever. (Like me. So maybe people don't hate me after all -- I'm just a lot of trouble.)