Inside Looking Out

This is me thinking I can't stand another day of snow.  If it would just melt, I would be out and never thinking about in.  I wouldn't look in, go in, dream of in, speak of in, or send my children in.  We would just be out
for the

next

six

months.

But I am in here, looking out.
Going lunatic.
And that is cabin fever at its finest.