What have you been writing of late asks a friend, when she calls me after a long time. "Nothing" I reply sadly. Topics have been eluding me the way Jerry eludes Tom. Basically nothing exciting has been happening in my life and what has been happening does not bear talking about. Ask and thou shalt be granted. During one of the long conversations with my friend to clear my head or rather the mess inside it, I just flip to IL and come across a good soul who has bumped up an ancient thread of mine. Talk of synchronicity, the title of the thread has to do with the topic of conversation. I read excitedly to find out what it is about ..... only to see that I have written it long ago. Then another one is bumped up. I don't recognize the title but am in splits reading it, remembering the incident. This morning I find yet another one. I can barely recognize the contents. It makes me sadder to think I can't think up anything these days. Just last night I thought the BH does not give me too much grist these days for the mill. And then it happens! I wake up to the sound of the BH coughing. I am worried. I have been telling him to go and get checked up. He promises but as usual it seems to be a 5 year plan. I ask him if he has taken an appointment. Then he turns around and says he never coughed and keeps saying 'You are hallucinating'. Typical behaviour. He just wants to annoy me. So I go to talk to my soul mate - my lappie. I don't know if his conscience gets the upper hand. He probably knows he is lying and being nasty to me on top of that. He asks me about coffee. I don't reply. Soon enough he brings a huge mug overflowing with coffee for me. I inform him that I need only half and I need more decoction in it. Just then my Lady Anatole comes in, reduces the coffee to desired amount and hands it over to me. I take a stuff. All the sleep vaporizes. The good doc has just taken steps to ensure that his colleagues get some raise in income ..... which one, the gastroenterologist or the cardiologist??? He has added a spoonful of salt instead of sugar. "Yuck. This has salt in it" I exclaim. Lady Anatole comes running and amusement is writ large on her face. The BH goes to the kitchen to examine what he has done. As is his wont he has been operating without his glasses. So I get a fresh cuppa and the coffee has been thrown out. 'I thought I added sugar' the BH defends himself. "Hallucinating", I reply. The morning has not only given me a topic to write about, but also a chance to get my own back.