96 hours and still counting

As we slowly start to dig ourselves out from the snow storm, a serious concern has raised itself and I feel I need to share it.

I haven't left my house since Friday.

This is a problem, because as most of you know, I am a pretty active person. I'm always running to some class or show or meeting or to the gym, and for me to have not left the perimeter of my house in nearly 96 hours is becoming a serious problem.

Now granted I don't think this is a MAJOR issue. There is nothing stopping me from getting up right this second, putting on snow boots and a parka and going outside. I just don't want to. It's cold out there. And don't get me wrong, I LOVE snow. I'm from Colorado, I LOOOOVE SNOW...but not when it's been moved into 4 foot high drifts from the snow blowers and plows and is now covered in a fine coating of city grime, dog urine and 3 day old Daily News crossword puzzles. (23 down is "octopus") I just don't care to go outside and this is what scares me.

Am I becoming a hermit? Is this whole working from home thing turned into an excuse for me to finally cash it all in and become a recluse? What's a little creepy is that in New York you actually don't ever have to leave your apartment. You can have anything you need (and lots of what you don't) delivered, internet and email eliminate the need for actual person to person contact, and if I get bored I can always look out the window and watch my neighbors continuning to shovel their walks. Who needs cable??

So as I sit down to another day of writing (going on page 60 of my screenplay for those of you keeping count!!) I think of you poor bastids struggling in the cold and wind on your way to your jobs. I am so thankfiul that for the next few months I can sit here and do nothing but write and sleep. I can only wonder:

Where the hell is that pizza I ordered!?