I feel like a prisoner.

I need to go out.

I haven't been out since last Thursday.

That's 5 days.

F-I-V-E!

It has been so cold around these parts, that unless I HAVE to go out, I don't.

My dad came over today, and asked how I was feeling. "Like a prisoner."

My joints are telling me all about the weather. I wake up in pain. I go to bed in pain. I look out the window, and wish I could be out there, like when I was younger, and not feel the cold. Like when I would be out for HOURS sledding or playing in the snow or playing with the neighborhood kids anything that came to mind. Even if it was 10 degrees outside.

Remember those times?

Tomorrow, I will go out. Even if I have to pay big.


And I will.

Have to pay.

Big.