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After spending the majority of 48 hours sleeping, I woke up on Monday morning feeling pretty good. Good, but with a keen awareness of the fact that I hadn’t been out of the house in several days. A moderate case of cabin fever set in. We haven’t gone anywhere all winter, I realized. Half an hour after telling Ryan of my predicament we were on the road. We ended up going to Spokane and spent a whole 24 hours there. But it felt like about four days. In a good way. In a cabin-fever-curing way.
It actually feels good to be home again.