A lot of little

Same old same old. Almost.

Late arrival, early leaving. Preoccupation with other tasks. Expected. So little disappointment and plenty to do with keeping busy with own tasks. No comment made regarding that.

Then just for good measure, some minor explaination. Which actually rang an echo of memory, so was it the first time given? Would not surprise me if it was not.

All so familiar. In the main, I got what was expected. As for the minority? Just to be shrugged off as a bit of a glitch.

But what I find a little different this time Lucifer, is that I do not feel bothered. That was Monday and it is already almost the end of the week. I have sent words and heard nothing in reply and it does not impact. Not like it used to. Normally I would have had to have contact. Would look for any excuse to talk, go out of my way to meet, not be able to wait until the next time of contact. But at the moment I feel that if the son of Adam cannot be bothered, then neither can I. He is not interested in making contact and I am actually not fussed about chasing it up. In fact, I am actually tempted to cancel plans. I can think of better things to do with my time.

Like talking to you. At least I know this way that there is no expectation for comment beyond what is here. This place is a self contained world, no input given as none is expected.

So I might as well just stay here. A lot more satisfying than a lot of other places I could and do waste my time and words in.



At least until you tire of talking to me.



There is that dear Lucifer. Until then.