That is because I am dead.
In a ditch.
Covered in snow.
You may or may not remember back about a month ago when I talked about how we all went crazy because snow stuck for a day. Well, since then Snowpocalypse hit the southeast and Georgia has shut down. I have been working from home all week.
That may sound nice, but I have been trapped in my bedroom for a week straight. I was going to tell you about the adventures I had last weekend, but now all I can think of is my wall.
My bedroom wall. It's all I see. It's all I know.
I have vague, distant memories of things other than my bedroom wall. They come to me in dreams. I remember a thing we used to call "The Sun." It was glorious. But I also remember fighting ninjas on an Aztec temple. Dreams can be like that.
I should tell you about that one sometime.
Anyway, point is, I'll be back to my
Warm bedroom prison
Eternal winter beyond