when to take the little blue pill

we have

to pace ourselves, she tells me,

as we both look

out the window

staring at the snow covered

roads, impassable

at the moment.

we're going to be here for

a long time.

she removes my hand from around

her waist

and puts on her thick fuzzy

pajamas

with little dogs on them.

we have food, we have power.

we have television

and internet.

we have Netflix, and wine.

but maybe hold off on

taking the little blue pill

for a while,

we have to pace ourselves.