And Now the Boredom Sets In

Where's the deck?

Where's the driveway?

            

Looks like a monster trying to get in the window. In the background middle you can barely see the bottom of the bird feeder.  The little chickadees fly from the feeder to the inside of the bush, which looks like a small cave.
  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?