Originally published at Notes from the bunker…. You can comment here or there.

Well, it’s officially more snow than I’ve seen dumped at one time in about, oh, fifteen, maybe twenty years. The wife called for a ride back from work last night and I said “Ok, I’ll be there in five minutes”. Hell, it took me twenty minutes just to shovel the truck out and push it outta its parking space. The snow is already over the top of my pac boots. Driving anywhere is either an exercise in stupidity or a challenge to four-wheel drive. Me, I’m no fool….rule number one of avoiding any disaster is to not be there. Hence, the truck stays parked and if I need to go anywhere, I’m going on foot.

I’ve already helped dig out two stranded motorists…both people who should have known better than to be driving in this crap in their Tauruses and Camrys.

Supplies? Well, I need another 12-pack of Coke but otherwise there’s nothing we need that would warrant a trip through this crap and it’s attendant risk. I’ve enough beef and chicken in the freezer to keep me going for a couple months. This weather has me wishing I had gotten one of these. After walking to the shop in the morning it would be nice to have a hot bowl full of chili or soup to have for lunch.

The dog, of course, is thrilled with the snow. He winds up having to bound through it like a dolphin breaking the surface…yes, he’s a dog with porpoise.

The forecast is for more of this stuff, which means I really shouldnt plan on being anywhere the next few days except at the house or at the shop. Fortunately, because we are a prepared and practical household we’re in a good position to simply ’shelter in place’ and stay put. Heck, between Netflix, Warcraft and internet porn there is pretty much no reason to leave the house.

So, let it snow…if nothing else it’ll be some vindication and perhaps some bragging rights, depending on how bad it gets.