I am a regular Laura Ingalls. I have been homebound for two days. It has snowed 10-18 inches. Granted, I've been homebound because I don't have my snowboots and didn't feel like dealing with it. Also: spring sickness. But I need to make a run to "town" (Target) for provisions. So I can twist sticks of hay for heat. I mean twist my hands as I watch scary movies. And eat crisped potato snacks.
On days like these, I give thanks and praise that I'm not a pizza delivery person. Or UPS; or a mail carrier. And of course I give thanks for those people. And, uh, Target workers.