Wise Man Came From the East

Okay, so three miles to the ENE. On Christmas day my phone didn't ring once, until 7:00 when Mr. Match called to see what I was doing! He came over, we had a couple of drinks. Go figure.

I had not seen him since September 25th. Is this the new definition of three-month relationship for my life? I meet someone, get involved with him, then don't hear from him for three months? Ouch.

Oh, by the way, it was wonderful to see him. I thought I had no more feelings. Oops. I still have feelings. I accused him of carrying his broom everywhere he goes — to sweep me off my feet.

Watch this space . . . .