Getting used..

Getting used to u, blogspot, bloodspot(none today)...Perhaps it's the anonymity that appeals so. And the exhibitionistic streak in me.
She wakes up at the 5.30 alarm, not wanting to. Her husband's(we will call him Vinod) mobile alarm allows her to snooze 10 minutes, reset, snooze...Four times, now that she counted. Then ten minutes of decadence, straddling a sleeping Vinod with her naked legs. She tries to remember: did he really wake her in the middle of the night? He did. After he suggested that three times this week was adequate, when she touched him lingeringly, longingly. She must talk about how she responds however sleepy she is. Or she can deal with this sensibly: refuse his denials and use him too...she must read more Vatsyayana. Old dead sanyasi. Post-tsunami, she picked him up guiltily from the airport. In two weeks, he made her more aware of herself.
Panic strikes. 6.20. Rotis to be baked, breakfasts fed, lunches packed before 8. Then her heart stops racing. There's last night's fish curry for the roti. So she can save time on cooking a gravy. She can't feed the fish to V, though. His mother and he prefer it dried. The mother even gags at fresh. Though she personally thinks dried stinks more. She got used to dried, not they to fresh. Not a bad mother in law(MIL being too Woman's Era) though. Not a bad husband either. It's pretty relative. She's seen some awful ones.
Well, time to say bye, blog. Two chickens to be marinated (god, get rid of bird flu). Morning mess to be cleared. Several square feet of white tiles on the three porches to be scrubbed, house swept. Might not get time until Monday(today's Friday). And there's the carton of expired milk I can make into a bodypack. Mix in some turmeric, sandal and voila! Ready for weekend display.