I live in Maryland in a tiny townhouse. I'm 59 and my husband is 66 and it's taken me two days to shovel 3/4th of my sidewalk to the street, but the street hasn't been plowed (was partially plowed once but not my cul de sac). The county commissioner made a canned phone call to tell us they're doing all they can, don't bug us :-) and you shouldn't go out tomorrow.

Did I tell you I live in a tiny townhouse and only bought food for an extra 2-3 days, not a week? We're expecting another half foot of snow Tuesday into Wednesday.

I have a four wheel drive vehicle but it's across the street in a parking pad (same street that hasn't been plowed). I waded over to it this afternoon to see if I could do anything (what do you do with three feet of snow on top of an already high windshield and roof? Where do you put it even if you are strong enough to lift it?). I almost got it stuck (and me asphyxiated with the snow as high as the exhaust pipe) and finally gave up.

I was beginning to get seriously stressed but the neighbor on my right was coming home (has been stranded elsewhere) and got stuck in the road and I saw his son out there trying to unstick him so went out and the neighbor on the left opened his second story window and we started talking and he can get out/has been out and said he'll drive me up to the grocery store tomorrow morning!

Woo Hoo!! But I'm still worried about logistics, getting my car out, cabin fever, etc. I'm glad I'm retired but it is no fun being older/weaker. Next year I'm going to have to see if I can figure out how to store more non perishables come November.