So I am here now, on my snowy hill, settling in. The ceiling is closer than in the old days, when this was my living room. If I stand on my toes I can just graze my fingernails across the bumpy paint.
My fingernails are getting long. I am saving them for when I get hungry. For now, eating snow is enough. It is very clean. I mine a small ridge every day, and every night it rebuilds. I love that.