Dwindling returns on ever greater effort ... but returns come never the less.
Last weekend had me feeling quite guilty for a variety of reasons. The first was that a very old friend got me the perfect Christmas gift. So much did I want it though, that without hesitation I had bought it without knowing someone else had already bought it for me. The moment was rather awkward and I doubt I handled it well as, although I was so happy that he thought so well of me and so well he knew me that he chose the gift he did, I could not cover up that I already owned it. At least one person there would have had the strong potential to see through any white lie I could have spoken and this weighted even more heavily on my mind to speak the truth, though as gently as I could muster.
I then was less than helpful in the way I needed to be to laryna6 and undefinedchick. It is probably further sign of the widening exhaustion I have been feeling. I need to hang a little longer though.
I did not accomplish all I had hoped this weekend, but I think I inspired a good time for a few of my friends ... and perhaps helped in the artistic inspiration of another. This weekend helped me recover from those feelings of guilt.
However, most of what I set out to do this weekend did not occur.