The boy has been away judging from the view of my kitchen sink:
I think the boy misses me too. He’s called twice today, once pretending to be a telemarketer and then again to confirm I’ve eaten. Make that three times. Evidently we need to buy more christmas lights, some muffins and did I feed the little cat outside.
I’ve heard that cereal-for-dinner and astrology is the province of single women over 40. While the cereal evidence may be compelling, I don’t believe in astrology. Nonetheless, I’ll never date another Scorpio and look forward to Saturn’s departure from my second house.