- Your voice volume has escalated above what is normal.
- You've spent more than 14 hours on your couch.
- Your carbon monoxide alarm has gone off at least once.
- You've run out of alcohol.
So it's official. Cabin fever.
We all handle it in different ways. Cabin fever makes me want to purse my lips in a tight line, retreat to my room, and wallow in my own wandering thoughts. In contrast, it makes Erin want to rub her face on people's shoulders and arms and possibly thighs (depending on where you're sitting) despite said person's wishes to wallow in his or her own wandering thoughts. Mainly it's because of her need for physical touch and her uncontrollable optimism in the face of not having to go to work. She does the same to our cat, who may like snuggling even less than I do. At least I don't bite your toes when you try to do it to me.
Kristen doesn't get cabin fever because she's trying to plan her wedding. My mom also doesn't get cabin fever because she is now retired and has thus been sentenced to cabin fever for the rest of her days.
Anyway, like I said- cabin fever. It might have something to do with the idea of losing ALL of our days off in February (boo!), or the fact that there's only so much you can do with two days off. Whatever it is, tomorrow will be the last day of it, so I might as well enjoy it. Then it's back to work, back to student achievement, and back to 5:00 am wake-ups. And when I put it that way... I take back all the bad things I said about cabin fever.
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