One snowstorm here, another snowstorm there. They've been called Snowmageddon, Snowicane, Winter Wallop. Gale force winds and limited to no visibility. Drifts abound, snow piled above my head. Slush, sleet, icicles and ice. Sand, salt and brine. More than seventy inches fallen this season already. For the first time in weeks, grass had been seen as the permafrost receded, only to be covered by yesterday's storm contribution.
Seriously, what else is new?
I understand Punxsutawney Phil resides a few counties over, but I didn't think this close proximity to a famous whistle-pig would mean we'd be stuck with Bill Murray and the darling Andie McDowell in a Groundhog Day-like set of circumstances.
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