Day 3 of being iced in, and I can tell you that you can, in fact, expire of cabin fever. Okay, perhaps that's a tiny fib.
Yesterday I had the day-long
Joan of Arcadia marathon. Today I spent over an hour de-icing my car, using hot water to get a spot started (yes, I know the "it'll crack the glass" story, but I've yet to crack one) and then letting the defroster run for a bit while I worked over the loose bits with a credit card. Granted, it would have been much easier to use an ice scraper, but I apaprently never got my scraper back after I lent it to a co-worker the last time it iced over, and as that happened over a year ago there is no chance of me getting it returned.
Here's the loca part: I actually drove the 15 miles up to my workplace. I have been frustratingly unable to get full network access at home this week, and so I finally gave up and went in to get the files I needed to work on (not to mention it gave me a good excuse to go visit Abernathy). Well, first I drove over to my local grocery store to test out the streets and get milk.
For the most part, the roads aren't terrible - the bridges are still rather icy, though, so if you live here and have to go out, be careful and drive slowly. Another reason to drive carefully: sheets of ice - not on the road, but flying off other cars. Several times I saw great sheets of ice flip up in the wind, one flying at least thirty feet up, before crashing back down in the roadway. Luckily I was never close enough to one of the affected cars to even need to swerve, but it was disconcerting.
Now I'm back at home, I've popped a movie in, and I'm fixing to make cookies. Life is good.