OK, fine. I know I shouldn't be complaining about the weather. Me of all people. We are not presently being buried under fourteen feet of snow, unlike the northern half of this great nation. But when I say there is no doubt in my mind that winter is not yet done wreaking havoc, I mean it. And that knowledge comes from checking the weather forecast for my local area today. Forty-nine degrees is our high for Groundhog Day.
Hey, quit throwing things! You just have to remember that everything is relative. Forty-nine is freezing in Phoenix. We have thin blood here, after all. Think of the thousands of Canadians who come here to escape the tortuous winters of Canada! Think of all the small children in town who don't even own a coat! Think of the flowers outside that are meant to withstand temperatures above 120 degrees, not below freezing! No one is prepared for temperatures like what we will be experiencing today. I'm going to do everything in my power to avoid going outside.
Had Punxsutawney Phil been able to remove enough snow to make it out of his tree trunk this morning, he would have undoubtedly seen a shadow. As well as a blizzard quickly approaching from the west. Despite his pessimistic views of the future of our country's weather, I couldn't let this day go by without honoring my favorite movie, Groundhog Day. Any movie so full of clean humor and awesome one-liners gets my stamp of approval. And occasionally, I even realize that there is a greater, deeper meaning to what is going on, and that we all have a chance to make ourselves better each day. Bill Murray just happened to have a few years of repeating the same day to perfect himself. What a great show. Definitely my favorite movie (not counting ones where people randomly burst into song and then dance about).
Happy Groundhog Day, Nation. I hope we are out of this "winter" thing soon. It doesn't look much better any time soon. It's going to be a long six weeks...