Someone did not tell New York City that Punxitawny (I'm not looking up how to spell a groundhog's name) Phil saw his shadow today. Well, actually, we've received the news now, but earlier it was bright and sunny and at least 50 degrees (that's farenheit, Miz W). Mitch and I went out on our lovely fire escape and looked around the "backyard." The house right across the way has a chainlink fence with that round barbed wire stuff on the top like at prisons surrounding its pitiful little concrete lot. It makes me wonder.
But tonight it's going to snow! Or rain/snow.
This post isn't going well. But instead of just deleting it and trying again, I'll go with what I've got. I just won't continue the horror. I typed "horrow" first. Wow. As Liz Lemon would say, "shut it down."
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