Welcome to February. One month closer to digging out of this mess we call winter. I’m not impressed. Not impressed one bit. One day, I thought that spring had smiled upon me… 48 hours later I can’t seem to find an ounce of warmth in my body. And I hate the cold.
One thing’s for certain… we’ve had less snow than last year. When I look at my calendar from last year, I have “snow plow” marked every couple of days in January. Thankfully it hasn’t been that bad this year. I still hate winter, though. There’s not a damn thing that I enjoy about this time of year. I can’t ski. Don’t skate. I’m ok on throwing snowballs, as long as I don’t have to get hit by any. Essentially, I’d rather hibernate until July.
And that’s what we’re going to find out tomorrow… What will the groundhog do? I’m betting that it’s too damn cold for him to even show up.
Means another 6 months of winter.