Okay, I’m done. The verdict is: The reason I didn’t leave the house today had nothing to do with the fact that my car wouldn’t start for twenty minutes yesterday at the Rotten Robbie gas station. And it’s not the mud, either, because (a) I’m not afraid of the mud, and (2) it hasn’t rained since midday yesterday, so the mud has lost a little of its power to change my plans.
I think I just didn’t feel like going anywhere, and since I didn’t have any outgoing mail, and yesterday’s incoming was so light and fluffy, there was no compelling reason to go to the post office. It’s nice and cozy and warm and dry in my house, and without a good reason to visit the outside world, I’m content here. I did, however, have my door open for a while today, to let some of the fresh air in. |