December 21, 2006
Yet more of the same, again, but now I have been given a refuge inside! The signage project is resumed and once more I begin to beaver away at creating a description of every living item on our manifest. I am heavy with the task, though. I watch as others busy themselves outside in the smoke and bluster and wonder how they view my performance? The guilt, borne of being warm and dry, cuts into an older and more deeply rooted insecurity. I still feel the need to justify, explain and pacify those around me. Surely, my talents are sufficient?