I think I have a bad case of Seasonal Affective Disorder. (SAD) That could explain why I've been so mopey and lethargic. Tomorrow is Ground Hog Day. Supposedly, if a Pennsylvania Hog named Phil comes out of his hole and it's cloudy outside, we're good to go. No more snow and yuck. If the sun is shining and he sees his shadow, then things are not so good. Winter will be around for six more weeks. (I could have this backwards though.) Anyway, if GHD is Feb. 2nd and the first day of spring is not until March 20th, isn't that more than six-weeks? Duh. Plus, Groundhogs are so fat how can they even squeeze out of the hole!
