I have talked about how my 6 a.m. work day invariably proceeds--the alarms, Su's indistinct mumblings, and so on, right? Well. Slight amendment to that. Today was not supposed to be a 6 a.m. work day--Had to go for a conference, which was thankfully, in Delhi. Which means, no Sonipat! No 6 a.m.!!! 6 a.m. today, was the time when I, like all other normal people, was happily in dream land. yayayayay. It was an 8 a.m. day. Which began, unlike any other has, so far. With a SLAP. ON MY FACE. FROM SUUUU!!!!!
So it's around 8ish. Alarms have rang and been snoozed. I am happily enconsed in my comfy blanket nest. Burrowed in. Not one sqaure inch of self exposed to extra-cold AC. And phaaatttt!!!! An arm swinging in an arc, and landing on (thankfully) blanket covered cheek. OUCH. Apparently, Su was just checking to see if I was still in bed, or she thought that I wasn't there under the blankets. Or so she says. Some weirdly contradictory things like that. HMPH. Such love. Nice thing to wake up to, na?
