Quarantine a la dog

My two doggies don’t understand what is going on. They don’t know what Covid-19 is and have no idea we’re in quarantine. All they know is that mommy and daddy are spending a ridiculous amount of time at home.

And they’re loving it.

It means more kisses, more walks, more time with mommy.

That’s them, after a particularly long walk. Ocean (top) would like nothing better than to go on another one. River (bottom) only wants to catch his breath. He’s not a high-energy dog.

It’s hard to stay home, work from here and not see a single soul. I know I am fighting cabin fever. But, Canadians spend all winter pretty isolated. We’re pros at handling cabin fever. I could complain and be grumpy or I could look at the bright side:

There are two rather furry creatures who are delighted to spend so much time with me.

Groundhogs and Spring

We had snow, but more of the white stuff has accumulated on the ground and even more is on the forecast. For variety, tomorrow’s weather includes a windchill. To add to our misery, the days are not only short, today the sun wasn’t able to make it through the clouds at all. At five in the afternoon, it’s pitch black outside and the sun doesn’t rise until well after 7am. Ew.

This feels like the longest winter in history. Did I really say I was waiting for snow at some point?

February is when Canadians start to feel an itch for Spring. After all those frozen, dark months of winter, they need to have some sort of hope that, one day, they will wake up and not see a frozen wasteland. They need to believe warmer weather is coming.

Good news. We have Groundhog Day.

As the story goes, this rodent (the groundhog) comes out of hibernation every year and reacts to his shadow. If he sees his shadow, he hides and there are at least 6 more weeks of winter. If he doesn’t see his shadow, it means Spring is around the corner.

It’s absolute hogwash, of course. No rodent whose IQ is barely higher than their hibernating body temperature is able to predict the weather with any accuracy. Hogwash.

But the sad reality is that we’re so desperate for good news, we’ll cling to a rodent if that’s the only bit of hope around. After the never-ending length of this winter season, I’m willing to give Groundhog Willy a chance.

At least if he announces an early Spring.

Cabin fever

After two days trapped inside the house by wind chills of minus 40 and below, I think I’m starting to get cabin fever.

Cabin fever is an idiomatic term that describes what happens to those who are isolated or shut in a small space for an extended period of time. Symptoms include lack of sleep, irritability, cravings for sugar and the strong urge to go outdoors. If you’re Canadian, you’ve probably experienced this at least once in your life. Spaniards, on the other hand, have no idea what I’m talking about.



We’ve been under a Blizzard warning for two days now. It’s so cold outside, you get ‘brain freeze’ (aka ice-cream headache) instantly. Last night I got about 2 maybe 3 hours of sleep. I’ve been eating sugar and carbs nonstop.

Plus, I’ve been exhibiting some behaviours that are…erratic: Singing for no apparent reason (I can NOT hold a tune to save my life). Obsessively staring at the report on the weather site for signs of early spring. Policing how many seeds each bird takes at the bird feeder (the woodpecker is a hog). Trying to dance a waltz with my pooch Ocean (note to self: next time, lead).

If this cold weather holds, I might start speaking in tongues or arguing with the furniture. Neither option is particularly appealing. Time to take some drastic action.

I’m going to paint my toenails red and dance to some really loud music.

Ah, without Ocean.