While the snow event of the past weekend was something to contend with, we received about thirteen or so inches, I'm not quite sure it warranted the rather creative name "Snowpocalypse", that was foisted upon it by the media. Yes, I know, I was on the Northern edge of the event, the folks to the South got three times what I did, and had gale force winds to contend with, too. I was lucky. Just before writing this, I received an update email from NOAA and, if nothing else, one word alarmed me... "explosively"... as in "AN EXPLOSIVELY DEVELOPING NOR/EASTER". The last time I recall them using that particular description was during the build up to the January, 1996, event that dropped over three feet in twenty four hours in my neck of the woods. That amount of snowfall calls for expeditions, with snow shovel in hand, to the roof to shovel the snow off to prevent the weight from converting Stately Sad Old Goth Manor® into a ranch house. Depending on the track of the cold front moving in from the West and the moisture moving up from the South, this might be a repeat of the weekend, or it could be a real heller. Batten down the hatches, just in case.