Today is Groundhog Day and of course I was GLUED TO THE TELEVISION to find out whether the handsome and clever Phil, pictured there at the left, was going to see his shadow. Because more than six weeks of this horrible cold, the snow, the ice, the grey and gloomy skies? I don't think I can take it.
Fortunately, it's a lot sunnier this morning in Pennsylvania than it is here -- as I type this at 7:29 a.m., it is still discouragingly pitch black outside -- and Phil did see his shadow, which means that we have only six more weeks of winter instead of, say, eight or nine. The horror of eight or nine more weeks of this bone-searing cold makes me want to just keel over. So thank you, Phil.
Don't you think I should get extra points today for being able to type "Punxsutawney" this early in the morning? I haven't even had a cup of coffee yet.
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