Woke up with a start when the bell rang this morning. It was 10. And I’d overslept. Even for a Sunday. So much for having a dog. Apparently some dogs wake up their owners at like 6 everyday. Milo is not one of them. He wakes up when I do.
It’s pouring cats and dogs. Trying to take the dog out in the morning rain is another story. Managed to get his raincoat on, grabbed my umbrella and we went out. Now, walking a dog who doesn’t want to get his feet wet can be painful. And it was.
Back at home, I realise I am late for a resident representative committee meeting. More politics follows. This was supposed to my relaxation day. Hair cut , a run and then curling up on the sofa to read and finish Tuhin Sinha’s Of Love and Politics. Riding the Enfield is ofcourse out. However there is still hope. I could be done with the haircut, the run and still be back at home for a late lunch. Milo and I leave for the salon. Saroj, my man friday offers to drive us( Milo too, with all the rain and Bombay’s reputation for flooding can’t risk leaving him at home, incase I get stuck somewhere). Once I reach the salon, Milo, after seeing the rain, decides to stay in the car!!
What was going to be a quick trim now becomes a long drawn affair with me being talked into colouring my hair. 4 hrs later, I head to the gym for a run. I strain my eyes in the locker room mirror to catch a glimpse of the ‘colour’ that has taken so long. Not seeing much I head for the weekly run. Or atonement . An exhaustive leg workout, run and shower later I finally head home. Milo, waiting patiently in the car, licks my face clean of all the moisturiser I had just applied. And it’s still raining as we crawl through traffic.
An early dinner, follows another attempt to walk Milo, failing again. I am on the couch, not quite curled up, 6 hrs later than planned , finally reading my book( with Milo in my feet). Yes, I could still call it bliss.