I am a princess in a castle. It’s true.
Granted, this princess hasn’t shaved in a while and I won’t be tossing my tresses out the window for anybody to climb because they’re a touch greasy at the moment and that would be embarrassing. And this is exactly what isolation does for your social concerns. It doesn’t matter what I look like, because nobody has seen me for four days and it looks like I’ll be adding another two to the calendar.
Extreme temperatures and some seriously high wind have turned Ohio into a bit of a tundra and the road where I live isn’t exactly a high priority. So, I’m pretty stuck. My dad can’t even come plow me out himself with the tractor because the fuel is gelled up. Yes, it’s that cold. They’re saying wind chills could get as low as -40 tomorrow, and it doesn’t matter whether I mean Fahrenheit or Celsius because at that level of cold it’s the same thing. Yes, really. Science, you know.
Last night I was awake when the front blew in at 1:30 (mostly because sleep patterns mean nothing when you’re a hermit) and it came rolling in at about 50 mph. I have a two story house and I felt it shift. Not the first time I’ve felt that, but it’s still pretty remarkable when your bed moves ever so slightly because of something going on outside.
So what am I doing?
I’ve produced all the extra content that will be in the paperback of NOT A DROP TO DRINK when it releases in August, I’ve tacked quite a few thousand words onto the WIP. I’ve re-watched all of Sherlock, caught up with American Horror Story, tuned in to Downton Abbey and watched The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey. And then because apparently I’m a misplaced Brit I read the first half of THE HOBBIT and some Anthony Trollope. I caught myself speaking with an accent the other day.
Don’t ask who I’m talking to.
Today… well, today I’m thinking about teaching myself how to play bridge. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do and I guess I’ve got the time.
If you see me on Twitter have pity on me and talk to me.