Sunday, December 7

Last night Rosie the Dog stayed. We had the usual dance. She wanted to go out. I opened the door and then the gate. She walked to the gate, looked at me, and went back indoors. We did this three times and on the third time she went out.

I decided to wait before I locked up and went to bed. I opened the door and went out ten minutes later to find her standing outside the gate waiting for it to open. When she saw me looking over she made one very quiet mewling noise. I opened the gate and she shot in.

I set up a towel for her as a bed and made sure I locked the kitchen to prevent rummaging. Then I closed the bedroom door and fell asleep almost immediately.

I woke at 6:45 and listened, but I couldn’t hear anything. I opened the bedroom door and found her bed empty. I walked to the railing and looked down to find her deep asleep at the bottom of the stairs, right by her food and water bowls.

We got up, had breakfast, and then she left. Ninety minutes later she announced her return with one bark from the road. She caught me in the middle of brushing the steps, so I went down and let her in and Sunday started.

We will find Sunday filled with louder and louder party political trucks alternating shouting and music, both arriving with maximum reverb.

Just after midday two trucks will meet nearly in front of the house, going in opposite direction. We will witness a battle of the bands BJP vs LDF.