By that, I mean: even with the private road plowed.
Even with our driveway shoveled for two days straight.
Even with rain melting snow, more and more and more.
Our best car struggled to get out. We picked up my mom, did dinner, got gas, shopped, and went home, but that one trip was such that we've deemed it too dangerous to make more, at least tomorrow. So I'm yet again, trapped--trapped for a solid week. With a small taste of freedom, but only a glimpse.