Cabin Fever

You know, I was making the coffee in anticipation of lunch hour and I caught a glimpse of the sky outside the window and something dawned on me. I’m almost *never* outside. I’m either at home, at work or at home or work. I live my life cooped up indoors and I figure I just always will.

I’m not sure how I feel about this, because if I had the time I’d love to go for a walk somewhere — even though there’s nowhere to go and, in this part of the country, you can’t go for a walk and expect to not nearly be hit by a dozen pick ups or tractors. When I say the roads are bad, it’s an understatement, but the sidewalks? Non existent. As in there are no sidewalks at all, almost. It makes it hard to contemplate going out when you know it may end in an injury.

At the same time, I’m fine inside. I’m trapped, but I’m trapped by my life not by four walls. I don’t feel trapped indoors, I never did. Though I’ve always had a nagging urge to just walk outside and bask in the sunlight of which I am sort of allergic, but that screws up the pretty word picture I painted so forget that part, lol.

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