Three days without seeing another human being is enough for me (I'm a weakling in the flying solo department.) I woke up desperately needing contact with a creature who doesn't bleat, cluck, thump, meow, or bark. So I set off to cure my cabin fever.
The temp was a balmy 4* but the wind made it feel like -7*. The state snow plows had left a nice mountain of a snow fort at the end of my driveway. To get to the city streets I had to drive on a state highway and a county road. None of those departments had put any salt or sand down. So everywhere the snow had been walked on, drove over, plowed, or drifted was a solid layer of ice.
I took the 4 wheel drive truck knowing full well that I was going to slide right on into town- I'm not one of those drivers who think 4 wheel drive means anything on ice (no offense, if you're one who thinks otherwise.) It was a lot of fun driving 30 miles per hour and slipping around the country corners- until the truck behind me got a little too close for comfort. Then the rubber boots I wore (for traction) got a little too warm for comfort. And the city intersections got a little too crazy for comfort.
So I hurried through my errands, getting in the longest lines so I could chat with real people before I checked out, and got back home as soon as I could safely do so. I think if I start to get cabin fever again, the memory of that little trip to town should cure it real quick!
