So far the highlight of my day has been changing the battery in the thermostat. The second highlight is counting the minutes until temps reach 0 (scheduled for 4pm) because I have an unusual craving for Pizza Hut pizza (very specific). Although who can say anybody will be around there either? Maybe pizza doesn’t exist anymore. Maybe my car has evaporated. Man, I really thought I’d be a better shut-in than this. If only I were Diane Keaton in Baby Boom, making artisanal applesauce and sleeping with the lanky local vet. And taking care of a baby, I guess.
On cabin fever: fight or flight
This Frozen Alive piece at Outside magazine is one of the most harrowing things I’ve ever read
YouTube’s recommended-for-me-videos are pretty spot on: