So you’ve probably heard that most of the East Coast got hit with an unseasonable snowstorm, with expected accumulation greater than seasonable snowstorms usually are.

I am here to tell you that this is true, and that I survived the Snowpocalypse.

Just to set the stage for you, allow me to point out that around Valentine’s weekend, I had the apartment windows open and a breeze blowing through. Last Thursday, it was 63 degrees in Baltimore. There have been some colder days and nights, but I only expect to wear my winter coat for another couple of weeks by this time of year.

This morning, I put my stompy boots on and swept six inches of snow off the car. (I wish I had photographic evidence of this.) Plows and salt trucks had been out all night, so the roads were in decent condition; the major highway I take every day was wet, but clear. The parking lot at work was another snowy, slippery story.

There’s hardly anyone at work today — many people are working from home, and/or had to stay home with their kids, whose schools were closed — and the City of Baltimore has announced the activation of Phase I of the Snow Emergency, meaning that vehicles are supposed to have chains or snow tires, under threat of traffic citation. My Michigan upbringing laughs at your ridiculous request, even if I do drive a Yaris! Besides, the Winter Storm Warning for this storm expired at 2 p.m., so things are dying down now.

Here is what the tail end of a Baltimore Snow Emergency looks like (photos indulgently provided by Matt):

Yeah. If you need me, I’ll be buying up canned foods and bottled water.

[Post title taken from the headline of this ABC News story. Overblown much?]