Remind me that I exist.

It hasn't been a good week. I'm paying through the nose for internet in Reading on this, my day off, and just about to post some more postcards. But someone needs to remind me that I exist, because I feel like the very ghost of myself out here.

Silchester-the-site is physically isolated. And alone among Englishpeoples, most of whom are far closer to home than I am, I'm starting to feel rather emotionally isolated as well.

They're perfectly nice people. But they're not my people. And I begin to detest grubbing in the muck looking for the edge of an Iron Age track, or wheelrut, in a patch of dirt out of which nothing interesting, not even potsherds, has come for days. It is a mindnumbing task.

It may yet improve. But seriously, I need to be reminded that I am not always this isolate.

Remind me that I exist.

It hasn't been a good week. I'm paying through the nose for internet in Reading on this, my day off, and just about to post some more postcards. But someone needs to remind me that I exist, because I feel like the very ghost of myself out here.

Silchester-the-site is physically isolated. And alone among Englishpeoples, most of whom are far closer to home than I am, I'm starting to feel rather emotionally isolated as well.

They're perfectly nice people. But they're not my people. And I begin to detest grubbing in the muck looking for the edge of an Iron Age track, or wheelrut, in a patch of dirt out of which nothing interesting, not even potsherds, has come for days. It is a mindnumbing task.

It may yet improve. But seriously, I need to be reminded that I am not always this isolate.