Cabin Fever Part 2

Day two of my captivity.

I am awakened to the blaring television which is competing with the clock radio that my captor did not see fit to turn off when he got out of bed this morning. I struggle to find the remote and turn off the radio so I can see how long I can expect to endure this hell. The Prophets of the Glowing box seem to take joy in the fact that I will be held hostage again today and perhaps tomorrow. Their minions stand, impervious to the cold and snow, delighting in being called to testify. I switch the channel to some innocuous cooking show and pull the covers over my head. It will be another long day.

I take a shower and get ready to face the day. Breakfast, some knitting, then studying. As I prepare my instant oatmeal, (gross observational aside… how something that cooks up like library paste can shoot through the colon, even one incredibly log jammed, is one of the great mysteries of the universe.) I hear the question, “What are you making me for breakfast?” I turn and say, “Instant oatmeal. Get a pack, and a bowl, add the water and I will put it in the microwave.” Captor scowls and walks away. I had thought about using my cool, new, silicone egg poachers, however, since I was not planning on being stranded at home for an extended period of time, I only bought a half loaf of whole wheat bread (captor only eats white bread food product) and I need that for my tuna sandwich, not toast to go with a breakfast of poached eggs and black tea.

I am compulsively looking out the window to discover if it has stopped snowing, thereby improving my chance of being rescued. My hope gutters like a candle in a draft as I realize that we will not see temperatures above freezing for three more days. I can only pray that it stops snowing, or wintry mixing before all is lost.

At least we have enough food in the pantry and refrigerator to see us through, although my captor may be less than pleased after a few days of black beans and rice after everything else is gone. If he thinks about a Doner Party re-enactment, I am prepared with a bat.

The only thing that has taken the sting out of my captivity has been Netflix on-demand, my laptop, headphones and my yarn stash. As long as I have electricity and yarn, I think I will survive.