We just had to have another blizzard before we left. The blowing and drifting is so severe we can't even find the back porch steps. For the record, I was hoping the last snow storm was to be my last snow storm ever, but I will amend it to "I hope --this-- snow storm is my last snow storm ever!"

Every day we have snow on the ground puts us one day later in our escape plans. We have now gone from leaving on Saturday afternoon to leaving on Monday or even Tuesday because we cannot get the POD moved until the driveway is melted clear for them to get the hoist in. Joe will work on that this weekend and the moving party with pizza and soda will happen on Sunday afternoon. We hope. We pray.

The ceremonial dividing up of the booze comes after the POD is loaded. We want the POD loaded, not our friends. We would like for them to take the booze home after the party since we don't want to take booze across state lines even if we could get away with it. (Each state levies it's own sin taxes on booze.)

Right now, finishing up the booze so that there is none to divide among friends looks very good. Two Darvocet and two tramadol and I can still barely walk and the hard work is yet to come. Yikes! I have gotten to be such a weenie.