It's day twelve.
Food is running low and the cars are blocked in the drive-way. The pipes are frozen. we are reduced to eating snow and licking windows for water.
The phone lines are down as well. TV stations show nothing for there is no one in the studios to run them. I am surprised we still have electricity.
I will not go out. I fear the weather. I fear frostbite will set in within minutes Will numb me, bring me pain, then numb me again. Purple fingers and eyes blinded by frozen tears. I will not live if I step outside now. No amount of sweaters and mittens will help me.
My family members are the only forms of life i have seen in days. Has everything else already succumbed to the cold?
It feels post-apocalyptic. All I can do is wait for the sun to melt the snow.IF anyone reads this; if anyone can help; please, I beg thee, tell the man to stop skiing down my street.And send food. Food is nice.Well. Ok. The weather isn't THAT bad. Yet. But it's still really annoying. Walking is my mode of transportation. So I'm sort of stuck at home.
Which is probably why some guy is skiing down my street. Someone please stop him. He looks pathetic.