Alienation

Alienation. Is it just because we don’t quite know each other yet? Will it get better as the week progresses? I am tempted to moan that it is because you aren’t here, but I expect it would be just the same either way. Will you think of me tonight? I know I will be thinking of you. But then, I always am. I don’t know whether I am being petty and petulant, or whether this really is what we are, or should be, all about. Please think of me, and wish me well, and pray, as I am, that I am equal to the task at hand.