What started out as a novel follow-up to Valentine's Day – wow! we're snowed in, honey! -- turns into cabin fever. Work is called off for the third day straight. Cuddling, nuzzling, drinking tea, staring out at the snowy suburban landscape was pleasant through Day Three but now starts to feel forced. Being at home, a normally desirable prospect, has become compulsory, like housesitting for friends who have decided to extend their stay in Tahiti. "They're coming back when? No….!"
Now that most of the roads have been cleared, it's theoretically possible to drive somewhere. We entertain this possibility, which has acquired an aura of the miraculous. The Costco! The Target! But that would mean abandoning the parking space it took five hours to dig out. [Some have put chairs in the spaces with signs: "please don't park here!" or simply "it's mine!"] Instead, we decide to go for a walk, then discover there are no sidewalks.
The temperature's rising, it feels close to 40. Coming soon: rains, floods. Then more snow.
4:18:40 PM 
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