Cabin Fever

I think my cabin fever is up to about 105 degrees by now, and if I were years younger, I can see where I might just say, “The hell with it; I’m going out!” I used to think the long weeks of winter up North gave me cabin fever, but even up there winter doesn’t last for nearly a year, and if the roads were clear enough, I could gird my loins (or at least put on a lot of clothes) and go out — to the mall, to the “Y,” to a friend’s house. I have a cousin who’s birthday is in February, and we used to plan a cousins’ lunch (that cousin and her sister and my sister and me) tentatively for the Saturday closest to her birthday, weather…