Will we get out today?

The trucks were supposed to be plowing yesterday, but we didn't see them. I am sure you are wondering what Mark did last night. He found himself in quite a pickle. He called from work at about 5:00 to ask if we had been plowed. He didn't like the answer. I suggested he try to come home a longer way since he wouldn't make it either of the short ways. I had already seen a number of vehicles get stuck between our house and the highway. Well, he ventured out and made it as far as our neighbor's. There he met the Sheriff who was out here digging out the local police. (Note: Our police obviously are fools to be patroling our high-risk airport when we still hadn't been plowed out from the blizzard. I am sure a large number of terrorists are trying to fly in at the tail end of a blizzard.) So, feet from the neighbor's driveway, he ran into a waist-high drift. Our neighbor was in front of our house with his tractor pulling two other vehicles out of a drift, so I told Mark to stay put and wait for the tractor to get to him. He started shoveling, and he said it was surreal. While he was shoveling, he heard the coyotes howling. I think he was glad he wasn't walking home. Our neighbor found him and towed Mark the rest of the way home. Mark decided he wouldn't be returning to work until we were plowed out. This morning we woke up to someone blowing out our driveway. I don't know who it was, but whoever it was continued on down the road. I guess someone got tired of waiting for the snowplows and decided to plow out the road himself.