It is strange to be known so universally, and yet to be so lonely. Silent night, holy night … well for me – silent for sure as I sit here listening to the only sound in my condo, a rhythmic dropping of water from the kitchen sink to keep me company. There is no other time of year that slaps me across the face harder, reminding me every second of this torturous two week holiday break just how lonely the lifestyle of a mistress is. Actually I misspoke. “How lonely the lifestyle of this mistress is” I should say as I speak only for myself and not anyone else to be certain. There are no friends houses for me to …
