In the key news event of the day, I’m sad to report that it was sunny in Punxsutawney, PA, spooking the groundhog and plunging us into another 6 weeks of winter.
This has not been a winter anyone wants to linger. A mini-ice age threatens the east, while 11 western states are morphing into Death Valley. And to add insult to injury, here in northern California, where legions of disgruntled football fans are settling in to watch those other teams play – all the while muttering that at least spring training starts soon – spring may be on hold!
So as the blues settle in like the overcast on this chilly, cloudy, but rainless day, only three suggestions come to mind: (1) book a flight to Hawaii, (2) drink some more caffeine, (3) watch a funny movie.
It just so happens that I have an idea for number 3:
PostScript: For readers outside our borders, who may not get all my topical references, here is a brief glossary:
- February 2 is “Groundhog Day.” When the groundhog emerges (most famously, Punxsutawney Phil, in Pennsylvania), if he sees his shadow, it will spook him and he’ll return to his burrow for another 6 weeks of winter.
- Here in the western US, where we have no groundhogs, it’s sometimes called Prairie Dog Day, but that hasn’t gained much traction in the media yet.
- Local sports fans are disgruntled because our beloved 49’ers were knocked out of the playoffs by the devil-spawned Seattle Seahawks. No real rancor, although we hates them forever, my precious.
Let me know if I can be of any further assistance explaining my rant.