( The scene. )

Have my trumpet back, finally. He says it's in tune; I say fine, on His head be it if anything goes wrong on The Day.

Finished. About fucking time.

That was... that was nerve-wracking. Am off again, must check on Bartleby.

Well, that's one thing taken care of, at least. I'll have to go back tomorrow, see how he's getting on. He was so nervous, I've never seen that before... But then, my angels are born human and they die human, so it comes naturally to them. I wonder what Bartleby's Heaven is like ( Read more... )

Stupid, stupid, stupid, they left Raphael in charge, the ditz couldn't run a lemonade stand to save his life... Arrrgh.

Okay, let's see: 2.6538 x 10^4 through Immigrations; that's not too large to handle. Judiciary not too far behind? Good. Deportations on schedule? Damn Bless Damn, Hell upped the import tax. I wonder if Lucifer would mind ( Read more... )

And especially, to Whom it may concern. I'm taking a few days of well-deserved vacation. I will be back when I'm back. Michael or somebody, you can handle things for a while, can't you? Just try not to blow up the City, there's a dear.

Looks like this thing works.