Here’s what hibernators do when “snowed in” by an “Arctic Event” (pathetic so far but who’s quibbling?):

Day 1:  Shopped online all day to make sure I spent my gift card appropriately (not too frivolously but not too utilitarian-ly?).  Easier said than done when you normally have zero disposable income.  Many revisions later, I finally achieved a satisfactory balance, involving décor to warm up and personalize my apartment, while hibernating.

Day 2:  Slept half the day.  Dreamt I was being harassed by a gang of juvenile delinquents, so instead of fighting them (and messily losing), I decided to join them, using diplomacy, and go through their painful initiation process.  Every time I woke up and went back to sleep, the plot picked right up where it had left off.  I had only a vague idea of what I was getting into, but it seemed like the lesser evil, and we seemed to have a connection.  I left things hanging right before the stabbing part of the ritual.

Here’s the (snore) Big Blizzard so far…and the scene of the crime.