Snowbound (sort of)

I am stuck. For the first time since I can remember, my car, all wheel drive and all, cannot find the purchase it needs to move from the middle of the driveway where I left it last night at the height of the storm. I have been digging and attempting for two hours; moving a prodigious amount of snow in the process. Still not enough. I'm in a rut. The right wheels are on a slight decline and those tires are now dug into the old, hard snow creating smooth icy arcs with hollows for the tires to spin in. I tried trusty old cardboard sections. No go. They just flew into the air. I tried digging more around the tires but that's just making it worse. Now I'm eating yogurt and breathing (and typing). I feel like a nap. There's a creeping sense of defeat, but I have a few more tricks up my sleeve, like wedging towels under the tires, think that might work. I'm way out on the Mesa. Nobody around. More than two feet of snow on the ground and it just started snowing again. Oy. It's not the end of the world. Indeed, I love it. My house is warm and I can do a bunch of work right here. People who can help me will be home later. 2 minutes, or less, of pushing and I'd be out. Zippity quick. Ok, think I'll do the towel thing before I throw it in. If that doesn't work, consider it nap time.