Thick Headed

The cats thunder up and down the stairs, chasing each other hither and yon, wreaking havoc along the way. Bouncing off the walls, they knock things flying and leave kitty fluffs scattered in their wake.

Their noisy careenings crash through my pounding head, through the thickness that has invaded my cranium. Although not as intense as two days ago, there is still a resounding pounding from the blood rushing through my ears, magnified by the tenacious snot that pervades my sinuses.

I do not sound myself... not even to myself and certainly not to others. "You sound like shit!" has been spoken to me often times these past few days. But the fever has broken and the chills have passed. Just the fatigue, headache and stuffy yet runny nose remain.

Thankfully the sun shines through the window to cast its blaze of warmth on the carpeted floor, calling the dog to bone warming naptime. Otherwise, she would be hounding me with her lughead plopping on my lap for constant attention. One tires rapidly of that submissive but demanding behaviour.

Once again, my mind wanders towards the opposite gender and the quest for a someone special in my life. I have removed myself from all online fishing holes, because of frustration and lack of suitable subjects. Seems that either they are sitting waiting like catfish in the depths, content to let the bait come to them, or they are flashing about the pond, flitting from one set of fins to another, all displays of hormones and bravado and colour, with no substance or character.

I keep telling myself that patience is the name of the game. Ignore the urges to cast my hook once more and just let time and circumstance dictate what happens. If I ignore the wantings, the desires, perhaps fate will take the upper hand and someone will appear in my life, someone worthy of my attentions. Someone who will take me for who and what I am.

In the meantime, I carry on as if I were normal and try to think through the thickness in my head. The pole and line gather dust in the corner.