Groundhog Day:
And yes, once again, it’s that major non-national-but-ought-to-be holiday, Groundhog Day, where the Groundhogs pop out of their lairs and ask for German Chocolate cake. We bears think this is species-ist, and demand our own holiday.
Meredith is home with a fever today; I don’t think it’s anything major, but it’s flattened her yesterday and today with the *blehs*.
I contacted our local Groundhog, once she got to work, and enquired about her shadow-seeing. “Shadow? What shadow?” she replied. I hope she’s right. She hopes she’s right.
Remember, please consult your local Groundhog for local conditions.
Don’t depend on somone in Western Pennsylvania for your local forecast, anymore than you’d check on the weatherman in Tuscon.
This also employs more groundhogs, and the marmots get whacked on enough in a recession.