I recently spent almost a week imprisoned in my house with alternately–no electricity, no heat, no phone, and no Internet.  It was like a preview of what hell might be like.

Oh, don’t get me wrong–it was fun for a little while.  The novelty and all that.  But after reading ALL of New Moon and half of Eclipse out loud to my daughter, the novelty started wearing off.  And I started thinking about slitting my wrists.   

Because there’s only so long you can endure being in one room with your husband, child, and a chihuahua without freaking out.  Nothing against said husband, child, or chihuahua.  It wasn’t their fault.  But there is such a thing as too much togetherness. 



Check out some of the trees in our yard. 

It was the “worst ice storm in our area’s history.”





Check out the above-mentioned chihuahua looking disgusted at still being expected to urinate outside even though it’s 19 degrees.

I would never have made it back in the olden days.  Which I already knew, but this experience just reaffirmed it.  I’m too  weak, too dependent on modern comforts.  It’s sad, really.  But I’ll get over it.