Give Warmth A Chance

Sometimes you just gotta throw some
paint on the paper and see what sticks.

A polar vortex has invaded and seems to be turning everybody in the northern hemisphere into popsicles. 

And I'm petitioning for warmth for everybody. Not in a bad world-ending Global Warming kind of a way but a kind please give 'em all a break way. 

I hate the cold. I really, really hate the cold. When I heard about this frozen invader, I counted my blessings. 

In England, the arctic blast shut airports, snaffled roads, and brought commuters to a standstill. 

Wisconsin, I heard from Holly, is colder than Antarctica (okay - it is summer in Antartica but still...)  

A snow plow driver died in Germany when his vehicle fell into an icy river. 

In Moscow, it's always mind-numbingly cold in the dead of winter, I've seen the movies.

Things are looking up though.

This weekend promises some warmer air will be pushing its way northward.

And, of course, on Saturday, it's Groundhog Day. Punxsutawney Phil has our meteorologic future in his grubby little paws. 

February 2nd is when Americans set their hopes for warmth on a poor relation to beavers and squirrels. Groundhogs / Woodchucks (same thing) don't even have a cool tail like a beaver or a squirrel. 

Remember the tongue-twister, "How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?"

No, Well, nowhere in that little ditty does it mention the weather. 

Groundhog Day is just like all human celebrations. It's time to make merry and send cards to each other. Oh - sorry, that's Valentines Day. Or maybe it's Christmas.

Nevertheless, we all like a little celebration every once in a while, don't we? I do. 

So, let's celebrate anyway, spring never comes along soon enough. And people have to conjure up some hope to get through the rest of the winter.

It doesn't matter if Phil says sees his shadow or doesn't see his shadow, officially, winter won't come to a close until March 20th at the Spring Equinox. That's at least six weeks away. 

But bring on the buck-toothed prognosticator:

Have at it, Phil of Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania. I'm anxiously waiting on your prediction. Give everybody some hope, will ya?!

Until next week, I wish you warmth and peace too. 

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