Snowbound?

Well, not really.  And not in sense of the poem by Snowbound by John Greenleaf Whittier http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/whitt02.html.  I never have read the whole poem but it is about a family that is truly snowbound, and how they pass the time.

My snowbound status started with the freezing drizzle Tuesday afternoon, that sent me (and my coworkers) home from work a little early, on emergency leave. 

Overnight, the freezing drizzle and ice coating was covered with snow. Although I had plenty of plans for December 31, 2014, nothing was essential, and it seemed to me that staying home was wiser than chancing risky driving and a possible accident.

I had thought that if the weather improved, I might go out for a while on New Year's Day.  Well, it has stayed freezing cold with freezing drizzle at times during the day, so it made no sense to me to take a purely pleasure excursion.  I do see some traffic out and about, but I have no idea why the people traveling are doing so.  Nor does it matter much to me. Only that I hope their travels are safe. 

I had stocked up with what I wanted and needed for the holiday, so I have no reason to have to be out.  I really try not to do last minute shopping.  I do not want to face crowds or the possibility of something else happening. 

I have entertained myself with reading, watching TV, computering, visiting with the cats and what have you.  

But I am getting a touch of cabin fever.  If walking did not aggravate my sciatica and back pain, I would go for a walk.  I am okay.

I anticipate going to work on Friday. It may be that the starting time is delayed, if the weather does not improve, and so far, it does not appear it will do so.  And, on the way home from work, I can take care of the few errands that need tending to.

Being snowbound in this day and age does not isolate someone from the world.   There is too much access as long as the electric power endures.