And I've decided that snow days are as close as I will ever be to understanding what it would be like to live in space...perhaps this is heightened by the fact that I work at home, but I think it could be universal.
For those of you that actually got notice that you didn't have to go to work, that likely meant you got to sleep in. I'm going to call that hibernation, for your hyperspace or intergalactic "travel". (Why did I put "travel" in quotes. This whole scenario is entirely hypothetical and made up...silly me.) Those of us whose commute to work includes a hallway and maybe a staircase, the snow makes no difference- we don't get to hibernate through our trip. We're like the captains, that have to report to our desk and command center and keep on truckin'.
Then there's the whole "omgosh-i-can't-get-out-of-my-house-to-go-eat!" factor. Suddenly the few frozen pizzas and cans of soup I picked up on a whim a couple days ago are now my rations?! What ever you've got in your cupboard is all you've got until the journey is over. You are in deep space, my friend. And that box of almost-stale crackers that you've been eyeing to throw away are now a part of your efforts at nutrition. Yikes.
Human contact is also at a minimum. My only space companion is my cat, who is no Chewbacca, let me tell you. So my objective in this isolation is to stay sane and keep contact with the outside world as much as possible...apparently I have failed in this regard, since I'm blogging that my house is apparently like a space ship. (I may have lost my mind). I think for those with fellow travelers, the challenge would also be to stay sane and remain in close quarters with your roommates and/or family for days, witnessing them each freak out with cabin fever, or wrinkle their face every time you offer them another can of soup.
Also, like any good space traveler, it's important to be active and exercise to keep your muscle mass and not dissolve into another plush couch cushion. Working out is now completely mandatory, just for something to do besides watching all of Sherlock in one sitting, as tempting as it may be.
Which brings me to my last point- I don't recommend watching Sherlock if you are traveling (Han!) solo. I just started watching that show when the winter weather started. And everything was great and clever and brilliant as British television tends to be. And then I got to episode three. Moriarty is the creepiest person I've ever seen on a television show. EVER. And being that I was alone on my little space ship, he was as invasive and disturbing as the assassin on the season finale of Firefly (who was actually kind of awesome, by the way.)
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| "Strains the mind a bit, doesn't it?" |
Well. That's my theory. I'm certain you're all now convinced I've lost my mind. But really I just have nothing to report on this week, other than I've played way too many hours of Civilization V. You don't want to hear about that, really.
Signing off,
-BeetHats
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