I am freezing. To death. My Cozy Legs (also known as an "under-the-desk-space-heater-thingie") is on high. My legs and feet are wrapped in a (very cute) fleece blanket. My sweater is on. My hair is long and hanging around my neck.
And as for Mr. Groundhog's prognostications today? Here is what Donna Henes (whoever she is) at the Huffington Post (wherever that is) had to say:
OK. Now pay attention. This is how it works: if the groundhog sees his shadow, it means that there are still six more weeks of winter. If he doesn't see his shadow, it means that spring is only six weeks away.
Huh?
There are always six more weeks of winter. Spring is always six weeks away. That is why we mark the day in the first place. To remind us that winter is half over. Despite whatever prognostication the groundhog might make, spring is never early, never late. Spring always starts exactly on time -- on the Vernal Equinox six weeks hence. But first we have to finish winter.
I hate Donna Henes. Call me when it's spring.
