No kidding. It's the same report every year, isn't it? The poor little furry fatso pulled from his cozy bed. To be hoisted up in the crowd among men wearing top hats and big grins. Something creepy about this ritual. So much depends upon a groundhog's shadow . . .
Still the movie Groundhog Day is one of my favorites. Should try to watch it this week or coming weekend.
What is your forecast? Where do you see yourself in six weeks? What do you plan on creating?
No more I wish . . . put something into motion. What will it be?