You know that sweet, sweet snow day you got last week? Remember how good it felt to cancel ~everything~ you had on the books because it was only sort of snowy outside and DeBlasio was Jewish mothering us into thinking we'd die if we left the house?
Imagine if that was every day. Literally -- if you didn't leave the house for an entire week and relied on delivery apps, friends and a very patient fiancee to bring you everything from kickboxing lessons and manicures to ginger liquor and desperately-needed vegetables. I did it, and holy hell, was it crazy.
It was one of the wilder things I've done in the name of journalism — and turned me into an unexpected wino — but hermit living had its amazing parts, its terrible parts and...a whole lot more parts.
Check it out on Racked, and get some bonus knowledge on who to call if you need liquor and don't want to get up off the couch. Or expensive Chinese food. Or a massage. Or a pedicure. Or a personal trainer. Or CostCo toilet paper. Or...well, you get the idea.