On the second day, of the fourteenth month, of the year two-thousand and twenty, Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow.
That means that we will have six more weeks of winter. It is some much-needed happy news for the people on the East Coast who watched nearly two feet of snow fall down on them yesterday.
2020, the year that keeps on giving.
Oh, and I know that today is Groundhog’s Day; but haven’t we been living Bill Murray’s version of it since March?