Back at the home office, things still aren't up to speed. I'm caught between a cold and a stomach bug, so I feel pretty thoroughly depleted. On top of that, I'm trying to grappled with a sudden plunge into depression. It's one of the lingering aftereffects of having fallen victim to clergy-parishioner sexual abuse when I was younger. I didn't address it in therapy when I had the chance and I'm paying the price now.
Despite the risk of giving too much information, I feel it's important to acknowledge the past in the hope that it might encourage other people that they're not alone and it's never too late to get help. Considering that this kind of trauma can wreak havoc in all spheres of one's life, the dangers of suppressing it are great indeed.
Oh, and my refrigerator is broken …
… other than that, it's as wonderful as Mondays are famous for being. At least there's the Home Run Derby tonight.
Seen last night flying into Las Vegas from Dallas, former MLB manager and current Fox Sports personality Kevin Kennedy (or, as a friend refers to him, "the man with the square head").
