So that little storm we had back in December, the one we called the “snowpocalypse” and panicked over just before Christmas?

That blip had nothing on this weekend.

Yes, friends, I’m snowed in again — for the third time this winter. Maryland isn’t exactly known for its crazy seasonal shifts, but this winter has brought more than 44 inches of snow to our region. And this snowpocalypse dumped 22 inches of the fluffy stuff on our cars, yards and weekend plans, basically “paralyzing” the Washington, D.C., region through tomorrow.

Everyone is milling about now, grabbing shovels and rock salt and trying to dig out. My sister, Dad and I attacked the driveway yesterday afternoon — just before another six or seven more inches fell — to try and clear up what we could, but the rest had to be done today.

At least the sun is shining — and those blue skies are a really welcome sight! I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much snow in my life, and I traipsed through tons of it to grab some photos and, you know, clear a path for us to actually leave the house. At some point. (Hopefully soon.)

Every muscle in my arms and back is aching, but I’m ignoring that and focusing instead on the fact that my “snow workout” means I won’t have to do any other running or exercising for a few days.

Or a week. Hard to say, really . . . I mean, that was a serious lot of shoveling! Heavy! Cold!

And I’m going to go make some cupcakes as a reward for all my hard work. (Pink, with pink frosting. I’m loving it!)