Spring, here spring....

Phil Punxsutawney, did not see his shadow this year. I know I watched the video. I watched as his handlers pulled him from his happy home. Watched as he was thrust high in the air. Screamed along with the crowds of people cheering him on (well, I was at work so it was more internal, but scream I did). I watched as he shakes with fear, joy, and/or performance anxiety. I hold my breath as he is placed on the log. He does not see his shadow. Spring is right around the corner. The crowd roars, the mayor reads as speech, all is well with the world. So I ask you Phil, where the hell is spring? I am a cold Houstonian, and that is not a cool thing.

So, here I am a cold and damp Friday’s child giving you a taste of spring.