Beware the Ides of Woodstock Willie
Yes, tomorrow is Marmota monax Day in Woodstock as elsewhere. It's a good day to avoid Woodstock, though. Ever since the film Ground Hog Day was released, it has become the town's sole claim to fame I guess. No longer the home of Chester Gould (creator of Dick Tracy) or the town whose jail held the likes of Dillinger and Debs, instead Woodstock seems to prefer to commemorate the fact that Bill Murray stepped in a puddle just here (with little brass plaques, new one added each year.)
As for their prognosticating rodent, Willie, I say he's been wrong every single year for as long as I've lived in the vicinity.
Of course, there's another way of looking at ground hog weather reports: if the critter sees his shadow, we get six more weeks of winter, and if he doesn't see his shadow, we get six more weeks of winter. That seems more accurate than any other interpretation in my experience.
Art supplies arrived today, but I can't play until I finish copy editing that darned manuscript and submit it. Hopefully, before the end of tomorrow. Won't pay to do it sleepy, I'll miss something crucial I fear. At least so far, after lying dormant for over two years, I can say I still think it's quite good and has a chance.
Head cold, if that's what it is, remains the same, neither climaxing nor fading.
As for their prognosticating rodent, Willie, I say he's been wrong every single year for as long as I've lived in the vicinity.
Of course, there's another way of looking at ground hog weather reports: if the critter sees his shadow, we get six more weeks of winter, and if he doesn't see his shadow, we get six more weeks of winter. That seems more accurate than any other interpretation in my experience.
Art supplies arrived today, but I can't play until I finish copy editing that darned manuscript and submit it. Hopefully, before the end of tomorrow. Won't pay to do it sleepy, I'll miss something crucial I fear. At least so far, after lying dormant for over two years, I can say I still think it's quite good and has a chance.
Head cold, if that's what it is, remains the same, neither climaxing nor fading.