Wednesday, January 28, 2009. Deep South Mississippi.

Here in the dead of winter, stuck a lot in the house, I have a bad case of cabin fever. I have this urge just to get in the car and go somewhere, to get away, to get out of this rut.
When I used to get cabin fever, I'd take day trips--get up early, let the car lead me where it wanted to go; take side roads and visit little towns stuck in the nooks and crannies of deep south Mississippi, find something new to look at, have lunch somewhere, be home by dark and be totally refreshed.

Somehow I've become a scaredy cat--Nooo, gas was too high; No, the weather was too bad; No, what if I had car trouble;
NO this and NO that. And my bed is so comfortable, and I have my books and television. What's wrong with me? Me, about whom my youngest daughter used to say "Mama you're not afraid of anything."
I've gotta snap out of it and get out of that cocoon. I can't believe how insular I've become.
susil