No, I'm not referring to the pig in Stephen King's novel of the same title - but I do feel a bit like the hero/poor bastard in said novel.

Indeed, I'm currently surrounded by snow and held hostage by it. All looked fine yesterday. The raindrops falling from the sky were mostly in favor of remaining in their liquid state - but overnight, Mother Nature decided to change that and dumped roughly 2 or 3 inches of wet snow in my backyard. And she is still at it as I'm typing this.

My car is no use to me either - being that the studded tires are still not mounted yet (Les Schwab was slammed on Saturday, and hubby was too unmotivated to do it himself).

So I'm basically stuck - but here are some things to be grateful for nonetheless:

- I live in a lovely little house with a lovely view on a lovely river. It really does look very nice when it's covered with white.
- I have a wood stove as a backup to my electric heating furnace - and a ton of wood stashed. And I love the roar of a good strong fire, the penetrating heat of it, and that my cats cuddle up near the stove.
- Despite the snow, my satellite internet connection has been on. After I crawled up on the garage roof and brushed the dish off that is anyway.
- Hail the Internet! I can shop for stuff without having to leave my house, and neat little packages are being delivered to me by an exhausted, but usually cheerful UPS/Fedex driver. One such package will contain a weather cover for my satellite dish in the next day or two ...
- I spent 2 hours yesterday cooking a kick-ass enchilada. On good weather weekends, I don't dedicate that much time to preparing one single dish.
- I have a list of stuff to do a mile long - accumulated over the past months, waiting for just such a day as today.
- There is no psycho nurse "re-adjusting" my legs with a sledge hammer.

So, since Accuweather has forecast temperatures in the 40s and 50s this week, I know all that snow will melt again. And I will be free again.

And feeling a whole lot less like a character in a Stephen King novel.