Either on the couch, or on a bucket with a fishing rod in my hand.
Usually this late the cold is a big help in locating the deer. Wherever there is food, there will be deer. Get between their bedding area and the food, you got it made. Getting one close is tricky, since 3 months of being hunted has made them spookier than a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
This year? Well, the 50° weather hasn't exactly got them leaving their cozy-warm beds at 2:00 to go eat. The ground froze just hard enough that finding tracks will be difficult without any fresh snow, which we're not getting either!
Eat. Sleep. Eat. Sleep. The whitetail mentality.