Unfortunately, Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow this morning meaning six more weeks of winter.
I don’t know about you, but I don’t envy Phil whatsoever. In fact, I kinda feel bad for the guy. Can you imagine the pressure every year? Not to mention the early wakeup call every Feb. 2 with strangers looming outside your burrow?
What ever happened to relying on satellites and science to predict the weather?