Cabin fever has officially struck the B A Start household, and we’re getting dangerously close to Jack-London-type conditions. There is, it turns out, only so much TV two people can watch, only so many pages of difficult books a woman can stomach, even a limit on the number of hours I can burn playing video games.
I spent the bulk of Saturday doing Mr. Fix-it stuff. That’s how bad it’s getting in here. So, do me a favor and pour some libations to the sun gods before this turns ugly.