Are we hibernating . . .

I creak and groan as I wake.Another day of snow, two or three inches moreatop yesterday's gift; winter's iceglistens on the roadway.All I want to do is pretend to be a bear,roll over in my cave,burrow down under my winter quilt,hibernate until spring, when I'll emerge,half-dazed, hungry, groggy for coffee, maybe news the pandemic has eased.Later, I'll hope for an end to February. I'll put on my