Silence (Not Really) Explained: In Which Our Heroine Offers Up Lame Metaphorical Excuses

Yup, not much has been happening around the ol' Parentheticals page lately. I've been either too exhausted or too afraid to post, or both. Exhausted, because, well, duh--do I even need to explain this? (Thaaaaaat's right, the overwhelming combo of new baby and full time working mama and all that general craziness I've been whining about for months is still making me tired. Astounding.) Afraid, because I have been feeling like if I started typing I would just keep whining about how crappy and broken I've been feeling and how bleak and bitter the cocoa still is and once I started down that road I would have to face up to the elephant and I'm just not quite ready for that. (How's that for torturing metaphors long past the point of endurance? Oh crap, I'm still doing it. Somebody stop me!)

I do have a half-finished long, meaty post about faith and organized religion (brought on by going to Rosh Hashanah services a few days ago--l'shana tovah y'all!) that I started a few days ago, but I haven't quite had the time or the energy to finish and post it yet. It's my goal to get it out by the time we hit Yom Kippur next week. (Do me a favor, ok? If you have some sort of betting pool going on whether or not I'll actually do it, just keep it a secret from me. I don't need the pressure.)