By now you've heard it a million times. It's February in Ohio. Meaning it's cold. Very cold. And snowing. A lot.
Large treacherous icicles hang from my roof.
And the snow is knee deep. Simple things like taking out the trash are almost impossible. Chunks of snow and ice have been falling from the sky all day. Why don't I live in Florida? Or New Mexico? I have cabin fever.
Fortunately I have some great coffee. And my creativity. Maybe being home bound is not so bad.