This is our porch this morning. We’re supposed to get 18 feet of snow by the time I come home. And another 37 feet by this time on Friday.

No. Not really. But if you listen to the panic in the voices of Pittsburgh’s TV weather readers, that’s what you’d think. I’m certain there’s not a scrap of toilet paper to be found on western Pennsylvania store shelves anywhere. If you need to go, you’ll have to drive to Ohio.

I’ll have an after picture this evening. Y’all stay warm.