'Getting old, Mother Nature.

Even if the roads were passable, which they're not, we couldn't venture out, anyway.

Because the only way out is blocked by snow-laden trees. Snow-laden. That's how I'm feeling, as in heavily loaded or weighed down. I can't even muster the enthusiasm for a board game and that is SO unlike me. It's like Mother Nature is saying, "You want to go on vacation? Fine. But, you'll have to earn it, baby."