No panic, in fact I’m very calm. After all, isn’t that what a couple of days of silence, solitude and simplicity ought to do for me? Besides, the first day I arrived here I hid a spare key outside. Isn’t that what someone settling into silence, solitude and simplicity ought to do?
So, out I go, all bundled up to retrieve the key and be on my way. Oh no, the key is there but the ring holding it is frozen in the ground. I pull, but no success. I have never experience how frozen dirt can become--have you? In fact I’ve never thought about frozen dirt-- have you?
Still no panic. I make my way to the workbench under the house and find a screwdriver that I use to chip away at the dirt. No simple task, but finally I have the key in hand, make the necessary exchange of keys, hide the spare, this time resting it on a rock, and start out again. However, I cut my walk short because I am a tad concerned that my face could be a candidate for frost bite. No need to panic about that!