I saw a horror movie once, and the plot seemed dumb at the time, a blizzard manufactured by a deranged scientist sought out the homes of people he wanted to destroy and the victims thought it was just another snowstorm, but it was a thinking blizzard and it kept snowing until the targeted homes were completely enveloped in snow and his enemies belatedly realized they were trapped inside and by the time they grasped what was happening,  it was too late for them to get out.

It might have been an Alfred Hitchcock tale, maybe Rod Serling. It can literally give you the chills, and we have them.

It doesn’t seem all that dumb to me anymore, our farmhouse is being enveloped by snow, there is no place to put it or move. And more of it comes every day – a foot last night.  I realized this morning, as I tried to shovel the snow away from the car, that there was no place to shovel it, the car is surrounded by mountains of snow.  The new wood on the porch is buried, we had to dig our way out of the door. Poor Red can’t even see the pasture.

If you don’t hear from us in a few days,  remember all of the good times we shared (the bad ones too) and do not under any circumstances come and get us. It will be too late.  Protect yourselves. Maybe we can make it to the Roundhouse for some of Scott’s pancakes before the world disappears in a great white cloud. Like my pal Simon, I had a good run.