Cabin Fever

Cabin fever in a 2200 square foot house is one thing.  Cabin fever in less than 300 square feet is quite different.  The weather has kept all three of us inside.  It’s either raining, snowing or blowing.  Feels like it’s been this way for months.  I can only read so much, surf so much, cook so much, clean, dust and vacuum, had my fill of Wal-Mart and Tim’s never had so much clean laundry at one time. Tim can be buried in a book for days without looking up.  Lucy goes from her bed, to our bed to the sofa to her food bowl and then starts over.  I, on the other hand, am starting to climb the walls.  The weather needs to shape up.  Anybody seen Al Gore?  I could use some global warming right now.