Sunday December 9th 2012
Look whose turned up. I'd prefer not to give
thought to the idea that she might have been there all along, and
through some flaw in my own sensory apparatus I'd become blind to
her. Certainly there is an element of disorder on my table, and
there are a number of places where she might have been hiding, even
though I did hunt for her. Her sudden reappearance however, unless
a Christmas miracle, has to it a suspiciousness.
Always possible that whoever took her was
stricken by guilt, while I was saintly and wonderfully calm at the work of
fulfilling hopes and dreams of boys and girls, men and women, for this
joyous season. Sorry to say a great many of you are going to be
receiving what I at least would consider "re-giftables" for Christmas.
And for those who might be concerned, The Great Black Wasp is still exactly
where I last saw her.