The Shining

Twelve inches of windswept snow coming across acres of prairie deposit some moderate to heavy drifts around the compound. I've plenty rice, beans, firewood and whiskey, so let it snow.

The threat of madness is always lurking when the hours of tedium are coupled with cold temperatures and isolation, but a warm fire and a bottle of Wild Turkey should be enough to stave of any Jack Nicholsonian cabin fever.

Tonight I drink, if I make it, tomorrow I dig out!