Mr. Spock from the original Star Trek – my favorite alternate universe – experienced a periodic madness, where he was irresistibly drawn back to Vulcan, was totally fixed on that goal, nothing else existed except that need. His object was to mate with the wife chosen for him as a small child, and nothing stood in the way, not even his friend Kirk.
My Pon Farr is just as compelling, just as focused. It is simply the perfect Christmas, Patricia-style. So I spent this wonderful day making loaves of Christmas bread, getting all the presents out of the gift closet, starting the long and pleasurable process of wrapping. All this with the Christmas lights all over the house, and carols playing in the background.
I’ll report back in to normal life sometime in January. Promise.