No, really.
Besides my finger (which doesn't seem to be healing that well, although it's much easier to type now without it taped), I am really sick (didn't make it too far into the cold/flu season, did I?).
I also have a freelance boss, whom I've worked for since 2002, who just completely went crazy about a month and a half ago and decided that I am the root of all evil. Totally baffling, upsetting, and crazy-making. I've been accused of everything from inflating my time to...well, too many things to list.
My contract is over at the end of October, and then I'll have to find some new clients (this one was about 80 percent of my annual work), because the thought of being in the same building with her for longer than that is just killing me (besides, she says she doesn't want to use anymore freelance after that). Only 13 more working days left. Not that I'm counting or anything. And not that I've had nausea and stomach pains every day for that last two weeks.
Anyway, I also lost the charger for my camera batteries. A new one is on order (I put it off until I realized that I had looked in all the same spots over 5 times each and I was bordering on developing OCD).
But that has nixxed the pictures and the vlogging, which I was enjoying, instead of writing.
Frankly, I've been really burnt out lately. Since the beginning of summer, really. Sometimes there just comes a point when I can't handle all the ex-gay rhetoric and the blatent lies and hateful language coming from the religious right. I know I can't take it personally, but sometimes I just can't help it. So I need to retreat for a little bit and just attend to my own world.
I've also been trying to have more balance in life...taking care of myself, getting on a more consistent sleep schedule, cooking, etc. That's been good but hasn't left a whole lot of time for blogging.
However, I knew it was time for a blog entry (or at least some excuses of why I haven't been blogging) when my own sister wrote and asked what was up with me because I hadn't blogged in so long. She even offered to type for me while I dictated over the phone. That's what sisters are for (well, and lots of other things, too).
I promise I will get back to blogging soon, although I might still take a bit of a break from the ex-gay stuff. Peterson has been blogging like mad with some really excellent posts, and there have been quite a few great posts lately at exgaywatch.com, so I suppose I don't feel like I have too much to add at the moment.
P.S. Here's the photo of my finger the day after I fractured it...or bone-chipped it...or both. Just call me a sympathy-whore.
Of course, you can click to make it larger. Cuz I know you wanna.
