Maybe it’s the season talking (and maybe you don’t want to hear about it), but there are days when, if I didn’t have to go to the post office, I wouldn’t leave the house at all. There’s a good reason why we have the company mail sent to a post office box, though. At least, there used to be. Anyway, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

It was actually the Boss’s idea. When I moved out here to the Big Woods, it would have been tempting to have the company mail sent here, so that I wouldn’t have to leave the house. But that was the problem, as he saw it. If I never had to leave the house, I wouldn’t ever leave the house. For some reason he didn’t think that was good for me. I guess he knew me pretty well and didn’t want me to become any more of a hermit than I already was.

There’s also the privacy issue. I don’t broadcast my personal information to creditors and salespeople, and as a result no one knocks on my door looking for money that I don’t have and wouldn’t spend if I did. There’s no use talking to me about buying construction materials, since I don’t do the purchasing. And nobody ever got paid any faster by talking to me. You can take that to the bank. The Boss makes all those decisions, way over there across Plum Creek.

So I get out at least once a day during the week, whether I need to or not. Except today. I just wasn’t up to it, and I could see no reason. I had no outgoing mail, and the incoming type didn’t interest me. I wasn’t expecting a check, and I already have enough bills. Tomorrow I’ll be venturing out for sure, no matter how icy cold it is. Today’s hibernation is a one-time deal, until the next time.