Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow, so six more weeks of winter. Thank God. There’s still time to actually wear a sweater or even jeans. 80 degree February days create a gnawing, underlying sense of panic that makes it difficult for me to face the gigantic piles of laundry that need to be folded. If it’s 80 in February, does that mean 100 in April and 150 in August?
I was really rooting for shadow this year. Phil and the sun, I thank you.
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