Today I know what Shackleton felt when his ship got trapped in the ice. I'm a prisoner in my own home. This has been the worst winter since forever. (I exagerate, but you know what I mean.) If I didn't have this blog and Facebook to vent on, I'd take my life in my hands, fling curses into the wind and jump in the nearest snow bank. Except the nearest snow bank is hard as cement and I'd slide right off, broken limbs and all.
Rocky doesn't like it much either.