i never thought of groundhog day. i didn't know it was groundhog day til and hour ago i got a post from the onion. then i watched phil who seemed to want to go back to his burrow toot sweet. i guess the guys in the club dint see phil's shadow, though how that prognosticates spring is mysterious to me, and i'm sure phil is going back underground and probably will know by the roots hanging from his ceiling when the flowers are waking up. i think those freaks in tuxedos drag phil out for their own amusement and that of the loud winter weary crowd. i liked the movie. the eternal return, it doesn't matter! 
now i feel a kinship with the groundhog. i like to burrow, though i'm impatient and not a good meditator. they say meditators need less sleep. anyway i am tired of sleeping, tired of burrowing, tired of winter, and though it may be early, my feet just feel like prognosticating spring. they just feel like it, and that is the beginning of spring.