Okay, Iím done. The verdict is: The reason I didnít leave the house today had nothing to do with the fact that my car wouldnít start for twenty minutes yesterday at the Rotten Robbie gas station. And itís not the mud, either, because (a) Iím not afraid of the mud, and (2) it hasnít rained since midday yesterday, so the mud has lost a little of its power to change my plans.
I think I just didnít feel like going anywhere, and since I didnít have any outgoing mail, and yesterdayís incoming was so light and fluffy, there was no compelling reason to go to the post office. Itís nice and cozy and warm and dry in my house, and without a good reason to visit the outside world, Iím content here. I did, however, have my door open for a while today, to let some of the fresh air in.