|Where's the deck?|
|Where's the driveway?|
We have plenty of food, and no need to drive anywhere. But just knowing we're stuck here is bothering me. The roads are plowed, and the neighbor should be by again to plow soon, but I feel like we're all alone in the middle of nowhere. I've cleaned my room, folded laundry, read every magazine, and eaten a ton of cookies and chocolate. Now what?