Cabin fever does strange things to people.
My DSs have been busy making volcanoes.
DH is calling all of his sisters on the cell phone.
The cat is chasing marbles around in the tub.
And I am spray painting messages in the snow.
I’m kind of working on a scrap book idea, but then again, I’m kind of not working on it as well.
It’s not I’ve lost my mojo as much as it’s in a cabin fever induced stupor.
Rumor has it the cold snap (mid-20s, I know a heat wave compared to Wyoming) is going to break sometime in the next 14 days.
By then I will be sitting in a corner quietly cutting up bits of paper.
Oh, wait, I’m already doing that.