We are reaching a state of emergency on the tenureplan homestead. We were forcasted a half inch of snow, but after the heavens unleashed they're fury, we wound up with 4 and a half inches. However, the true emergency was Mr. tenureplan's decision to forgo the second bottle of vodka. He thought that for sure with only half an inch of the white transportation immobilizer, he would easily get a second bottle if needed today. But nothing can be taken for granted in the hostile wilds of north Georgia suburbia. I am contemplating a trek to the local petrol distributor for beer, which can be substituted for vodka, but I am unsure whether it will be receiving visitors today. The second option will be to go for rations at the local watering hole, whether or not it is currently receiving visitors. Will keep you posted on these dire circumstances.